Love, emotionally, when you want to conquer each other, has actually been conquered by each other to a certain extent. First, the attraction of the other party to you, and then your desire to conquer the other party. Love is very simple, sometimes it is just a glass of water. As long as there is love, whoever occupies the external things, those who make love extremely grand, must not really love each other.
Love is like a cup of milk coffee, which is sweet on the outside, sweet on the surface, sour in the inside and painful in the bottom. You are vaguely reflected in the coffee.