Proust, who recalls the passing of love, described the passing of love as follows: We do not feel physical pain when we hear her name, we do not tremble when we see her handwriting, and we do not change us just to meet her on the street. As we travel, emotional reality gradually becomes psychological reality, our spiritual status quo: apathy and oblivion. However, he turned the page and said, in fact, when we are in love, we foresee the end of the future, and it is this foresight that brings us to tears.
To this day, thousands of sails have passed, and it is not love that can make us cry, but Proust.
- This sentence is really classic.
Life is varied, although there are too many possibilities, but after all, it is one's own choice.
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