"Only a madman refuses happiness", both sides of love occasionally act as madmen. Because love is complex and mixed with emotions that are indescribable. The alternation of rationality and irrationality, the irregular presentation of satisfaction and great loss, sometimes it's just "I love you", sometimes it's just "why".
Everything about love is like a complex mathematical formula. Although there is an answer, the process is bumpy. It is also like a colorful seaside oil painting. You can always find more details in the details you thought.
Anyone can be the lunatic who can't catch happiness for a while, leaning against the car window, tossing and turning in the smoke of cigarettes, in affirmation and regret, in memory and reality, torturing and crushing their hearts over and over again.
But the person who hugs the love madman tightly has always been the hero in the love story, cutting through thorns for the other party's overgrown heart and grasping the happiness of the moment for himself.
This love in a seaside city is as delicate as a dream, with fog and rain, and the glow of the riverside. Perhaps such stories still exist today, but in other cases, the "non-existence" in the similar plot makes it seem happy. But sad.
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