The so-called luck is that one day an angel suddenly came to you, and her existence made all your previous life seem pale and powerless. So, she becomes the light that illuminates your soul, illuminating the lonely and deep night of your existence like day.
The so-called misfortune is that when you mistake this illusory light for the sun of life, the only light, fate ruthlessly deprives her, and at the same time extinguishes the light of life and hope.
Love is a strange thing, and when you encounter it, you can't even grasp its form or imagine its place in your life. But once it comes to you, it will be the air you breathe, the light you see, the warmth you feel, and all good things. You will suddenly find that this uninvited guest has become a symbol of your soul, and without it, you will no longer be you.
This reminds me of Plato's discourse on enlightenment: knowledge is like light, and when human beings who originally lived in dark caves saw its existence for the first time, they must never be able and unwilling to return to chaos and ignorance. went.
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