Perhaps, as Liang Wendao said in I Hold, all good things should not be over-exploited, but should be nipped in the bud and not exploited, because that is the source of all possibilities. An unopened flower may be beautiful, and a pen without paper may draw the best picture. But once things start, it is not only possible, but also inevitable to decline and wither.
William blake, one of the most important great poets in the history of English literature, also said: Never express your love, words are not enough; Because the breeze blows gently, leaving no trace.
Never try to express your love,
Never express your love,
Love that has never been said is ok;
Love is endless;
Because the gentle wind is moving
Because the breeze blows,
Silent, invisible.
Gently, without leaving a trace.
I told my love, I told my love,
I expressed my love, I expressed my love,
I told her all my worries;
I told her what I thought;
Trembling, cold, fear,
Trembling, cold, extreme fear,
Ah! She did leave!
Alas! She floated away!
Shortly after she left me,
Shortly after she broke up with me,
A traveler passed by,
A traveler passed by,
Silent, invisible;
Gently, leaving no trace;
He took her sigh with him.
Take her away with a sigh.