What is love? How do you explain it?

A) Asked what is love in the world Who expected to ask a riddle for the ages Asked what is love in the world Asked how many men and women in the world have fallen down Asked what is love in the world How many people wandered around for this lifelong feeling Asked what is love in the world And who can give a final answer leaning out of the window late at night alone, slowly lit a cigarette and let the flickering light light up my dark eyes to fly my infinite thoughts seeking to unravel the riddle of the ages. ...... (2) I ask what love is in this world, and it causes so much pain in human life! Love is the sadness of swallowing before speaking; it is the despairing chant of Jia Baoyu's tears since then; it is the song that can teach us to be knotted up; it is the heart-wrenching martyrdom between Romeo and Juliet; it is the tears of looking at each other without saying anything; it is the last life-saving board left by Jack to Ruth on the cruise ship; it is the hatred that does not concern the wind and the moon; it is the sorrowful tears shed by Yameon for Margaret; it is the sadness of the butterfly who loves flowers; it is the shocking plot of Du Lianniang's death and resurrection due to love; it is the Liang Zhu Zhu's death of the Buddha; it is the story of the Buddha's death and resurrection due to love; it is the story of the Buddha's love. It is the bitter declaration of Liang Zhu, the pain that the Seven Immortals willingly endured for Dong Yong, the longing of the eyes of the two compartments, the comment on Mei Junyu's tomb that "life is like a comet, death is like an autumn leaf", the dreamy smile of space and time, the unforgettable smile of Su Shi, who said, "I can't forget how hard it is to live and die". Life and death are not clear, but the bitter green olive is the sorrow of Xiangjun, who "froze the water of autumn in the sour wind", and the debt of reincarnation in a previous life is Lu You's "Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Mo Mo Mo Mo!" The hopelessness of the past life's reincarnation is Tang Wan's lamentation "It's hard, it's hard, it's hard! Tang Wan's "It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard! The love is the promise of a past life's creation, and Tang Wan's "difficult, difficult, difficult, hidden, hidden, hidden! Love is the little sister next door whom you suddenly remembered when you emptied the bird's nests in the forest as a childish young man who did not care about fame or envy the rich. Love is the woman in white who danced by the sea accompanied by a small chorus of soft bass female voices, the open bosom of a white bud that woke up yesterday after a night's sleep, and the misty eyes in front of the courtyard garden that has been changed for several seasons of blossoms and flowers, and the short-lived blossoms that silently melted into the mud in the midst of disappointment and fatigue, and the love of the world in the long search for the end of the world. It's the wings that have gone through so many seasons of searching at the end of the world, it's the thoughts and sorrows folded up by a thousand snowy mountains, it's the hearts and peaches clustered by thousands of clouds, it's the inner cry of a dignified lady who seems to be quite educated in appearance, it's the willingness to go into danger without listening to advice or seeing danger, it's the fact that my face is always wet with tears when you shed them, and it's always hurt when you're sad, it's the infinite and inexhaustible annoying thoughts of the silkworms in the springtime, and it's the fact that you can't control your own tears in the story of other people's love. The story can not control their own tears in the love of the beautiful young woman is in the heart of the deep hidden Bo move a little fragile and sensitive living space (4) asked what is love in the world, straight to teach people to live so bleak! Love is the opium of the heart, the face of treachery under the cloak of oaths, the instant betrayal, the vow of loss of principle in the face of temptation, the cold hearted loneliness, the passionate writing of a beautiful chapter, but the early death of a talented man, the grass and trees, the tears, the autumn leaves in the line of burial, but there is no mourner, the autumn wind and geese is the theme of the change of the colorful life of the mourning music, the desolate yellow spring, the rare present day is still the same, but it is still the same. The Yellow Springs is a record of the world's most beautiful love that few people today are still willing to listen to. It is the promise of life and death! Who can solve the ancient mystery of the sea, the sea, the sky and the earth? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! Why don't you take a break from your heroism and try to understand the Zen of emptiness? What is love in this world? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! It is the dust in the hands of the Goddess of Mercy, and it is a slight sigh from the Buddha. ......