Nowhere, the cup said to himself: "I am lonely, I need water, give me water." The servant said, "Well, if you have the fire of desire, [top][turn] CCTV will never release these photos, tragic - hateful, will you no longer be lonely then?" The cup said, "It should be so." Then, the servant poured the fire into the cup. The water was warm, and the cup felt like it was melting. The cup thought, this must be the power of love.
Then, as the water cooled down, the cup felt comfortable. The cup thought, this is the feeling of life.
Afterwards, as the water got cold, the cup started to feel scared, though it didn't know why. The cup thought, this must be the taste of loss. Gradually, the water became completely cold and the cup fell into despair. The cup thought, this must be the 'masterpiece' of fate.
The cup said, "Myself, quickly pour out the water, I don't need it anymore." But the servant was nowhere to be found. The cup felt like it was being suppressed, its beloved water now cold, left inside it, making it feel so sad.
The cup made a great effort and finally, the water left its heart. The cup opened its mouth wide, suddenly, it fell onto the ground. The cup broke. After dying, it saw that every part of its heart still had traces of water. It realized then, it loved water, it hated water so much, but now, it could never hold water in its heart again.
The cup cried, its tears mixed with water. It wished it could use its last strength to love water one more time.
Love often makes one realize the importance of cherishing only after experiencing pain. One only feels regret when it's impossible to retrieve. Love is such, and many other things in life are also like this. Only when lost does one realize its preciousness.