Love, first and foremost, is the god of tragedy.
Like a solitary line of moonlight, a poem of blue sadness.
From the very beginning, it is intertwined with the surging of the waves. Born from the waves, the interdependent of jubilation, joy, pain, and sorrow.
It has always been complex, yet one of the most profound human emotions.
Perhaps it's the struggles, losses, and sacrifices time and again that make warmth and pain inseparable twins.
It keeps us connected to the world and objects we inhabit, transcending individual existence, linking the ties between people.
People use love to comprehend the world, sometimes laughing through tears, sometimes crying through laughter.
Love, first and foremost, is the god of tragedy.
Like a solitary line of moonlight, a poem of blue sadness.
