Do you know, after getting to know you, I was plunged into struggle. I read in a book that everyone only has one true love. If fate favors you, you could meet the person who makes you fall in love and who also loves you in this life. The second scenario is where you find the person you love in this life, but they may not necessarily love you back. The third kind is where you don't meet the person you love, but someone loves you. The last type is where you never find the person you love or the person who loves you. I tried my best to conceal it, responding as if I had no concerns. Perhaps because of our love for snow, we met around winter. In our first conversation, Snow left a particularly deep impression on me. She separated the hearts of two people. When Anan came down, she slipped and fell. Qiao Xuan broke out in a cold sweat, rushed forward, stumbled, and finally held her in his arms. Maybe, the effect of counterfeit and substandard products arose, non-full-time became full-time. They were resolute and steadfast like cottonwood and oak trees. Qiao did not notice Fei's facial expression in the darkness, his soul wandering in the pleasure brought by animal instincts. We three chatted randomly, from bar culture to personal emotions. Knowing that you are happy is enough, a mother's smile and acceptance are so simple and plain, primitive and essential. He is an enthusiast of literature. He once wrote many essays, poems, books for her. It was also because of her that he wasn't as fragile as before, not the same kid as before. Because of loving her, he changed; he became determined to die for her. Every gesture, every frown, every smile was a moving melody. With such a haze, you seem almost perfect in my heart, even your little temper makes me indulge. The next morning, looking out of the window towards the distance, many people came to the hospital corridor, about twenty relatives of our family. I was pushed out of the ward in a wheelchair, going through the crowd, searching, searching for the person who should push me into the operating table. The light of the operating room turned on, but that person never appeared. Although our words are few, I can feel your sincerity and slight affection for me. Everything is the same as usual. Their graceful dance whispers in the wind. "The ancient Chinese liked to express their feelings with old words, turning over the willow branches anew." I couldn't contain my joy and threw myself into my brother's arms. In the days that followed, most of our meetings were before she went to work, loitering near the car city. "At a colleague's home playing" Is he doing well? Is he happy with that woman? There are so many things I want to know, yet I can only remain expressionless. Whether indulgence or degradation, the road is always chosen by oneself. Because every fragrant word weaves a fine piece of brocade, each cloud supports the fiery red of the sunset. Only then did I realize that the person you love most is the one who has been by your side all along, but can love really start over? Can the heart that I have hurt beyond repair heal? With a heart that has barriers, how can it be whole again? The feelings left on the shards give you a feeling of unbearable pain, but isn't plain and simple life love? Unfortunately, I realized it too late. Life is strange, after circling around, it returns to the starting point. After getting drunk, I didn't know what happened, just after circling around, the faces of people have changed, or perhaps everything remains the same except the people. Watching Beixi's back, I sat back down.