In face of love, I am always a child. I want to discard all the unpleasantness and stubbornly refuse to bow my head. Rushing about clumsily, I find that I have lost more. Who said that love is a war without bloodshed but sacrifice? I hate the feeling of helplessness when facing love, so I always struggle to pursue subversion. Time and time again, I make careful choices only to leave in despair each time.