Love is just a heavy weight, it accumulates on your shoulders, weighing you down, dragging you further away from your destination. But why do you still persist and peservere to walk down this road, holding it down tightly and not stopping at all? No matter how dreadful, how painful, how sad it is, you just can't put it down. Why? Many questions fumble through my head with endless question marks. Endless worries. Endless pain. Endless anguish. There is so much sadness in "Love". But why are we so naive to pursue it, to be hopeful for it? Because love is the only thing closest to magic that we humans have. Let's just let everything be like a nightmare ; you experienced it, you felt it. But it will disappear the moment you open your eyes, and it will only remain in your memories.