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The word "love" is unfathomable, like mirrors reflecting one another, or dreams spawning within dreams.
It is hard to glimpse its form, hard to touch its substance, hard to break its illusions, and hard to comprehend its logic. So many foolish men and women have been buried in the sea of passion, leaving no bones behind.
The tale recounted here also struggles to escape this tragic mold... In the end, it is but seeking fruit from an illusory flower, or chasing fish in a mirage. ... If one asks where love begins, and where it ultimately ends?
It is exactly thus: A single drop in the sea of passion breeds chaotic clouds on the path of karma; when destiny ends, it concludes in falling tears, leaving only empty seafoam on the shores of the afterlife.
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