A Whole Universe, Exchanged For A Single Red Bean

Love

What kind of existence is it

Why does it make people because of a smile

A single glance can stir the heart profoundly

Why does it make such a simple act as "holding hands" become so serious

and is filled with promises of commitment

Liking someone is not a mistake

A person who is so dearly liked by others is undoubtedly very fortunate

Why do those who give their sincere hearts have to endure pain

Am I wholeheartedly and repeatedly practicing love, or is it loneliness?

How can I determine this, and how can I trust it

Who will teach me

Who will save me