# If someone asks you...

Sometimes about the meaning of love...

Then before telling him anything...

Just pause for a moment...

Picking up the dust and throwing it on your head

Just say this much...

Love is a form of pain from beginning to end...

Love is an unbearable suffering...

A withered scene...

Even flowers in love...

Give the desire of thorns...!!

Love silently...

Gradually kills you...