what is love?
Recently, I have been staring at a lot of woody films in a row. I felt like I had a strange dream in the afternoon, but the only thing that appeared in my mind, now there are only fluorescent fragments left. After opening my eyes and picking up my phone, seeing the perfect love that everyone in the circle of friends has forwarded, my first feeling is: it shouldn't be what it looks like.
Although what I saw was by no means real. I think he must contain bitterness, estrangement and disappointment but not perfect and bright.
I don't think it can withstand the scrutiny of millions of eyes, and I don't expect such a thing to happen.
Love is a violent emotion, a hallucinogen. Like a soft flame, consuming the energy of the lover. In the end, it stays in the intoxicating scenery, in the moving music, rather than some kind of reality.
Love is ridiculous.
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