I sit here, waiting, waiting

Author: Goethe et al. (Germany), translated by Qian Chunqi et al.
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Publish Date: 1989-09-01
Features: The world will never run out of emotions. In the whirlpool of emotions, there is love. Since Adam and Eve, humanity has been floating in the center of this whirlpool, yearning, hoping, rejoicing, grieving, despairing, disillusioned. Love has no pattern. There is joyful or tender love, fresh and pure love, and also bitter and suffocating love. Perhaps, love is beyond words, forever unspeakable; perhaps, love is hatred, regret, distress, destruction, or embarrassing memories. And these annotations of pain are always the wealth of poets. Love seems to be everywhere, but some have wondered if there is truly love in the world. False love makes people think Venus is dead, while only true love has life. But may these voices of confession, because of their sincerity, touch the hearts deeply, becoming a bond for people to communicate emotions, and a meaningful token exchanged between lovers.