Show me the Love

 

When you fall in love, the whole world looks like love, whatever you do, only your loved one comes to mind.

If this is all, the existence and color of this thing is gone, for example, if the world is all red, the word red becomes meaningless.

What more words or conditions would you add to that? There is no need for any words of love when it is all that.

Love is just doing it, what makes it not like this. 

Like Elvis' song I mentioned earlier, falling in love just makes you a fool, so do I.

I'm sure anyone who has experienced this stupid love in life or who has not yet done it but longs for it is someone who can always realize it. 

The reason may be somewhat shocking, but love is not from the other side, what was inside me was triggered by her or him. That's love.

The same is true of enlightenment. It's not the norm, it's not the time to try, it's the moment you don't know, it happens like a nuclear explosion.

Again, there is no standard, and it can come in any form. It comes to the point where I wonder if this is love. But if you wait for enlightenment to come, as you saw in a movie or dream, and wait for a story or a certain person, I assure you, such love or enlightenment will never come.

Love is so wide-ranging as epiphany, but for example, a couple who have been expecting a child so long that they don't raise a child like this if they don't have a child like him or her. If you wanted too much, you wouldn't even think of this.

Even though the child may not be normal in a human's short view, the couple's heart is already overflowing with love and is holding the child.

Sometimes thoughts, delusions, and worries dig in persistently and someone makes decisions that go to catastrophe, but everyone in the world respects and supports their decisions because they are born with their own stories.

There are many people in the world who are loved and grow up to make love, and there are many people who are making love because some people are not loved.

It's all about it, so what do you show and what you point to as love?

In Korea, the last hard job chosen as a man is a sailor who goes out to sea and a prostitute who sells herself as a woman.

I'm going to talk about a prostitute, who called my friend "my love" when she first entered her room until she broke up. 

The reason for the title she heard later was that any guest called "my love" when he made love with her. 

And really, when they felt "my love," they said they were happy as if they were with their loved ones.

I'm sure that love is everywhere like Buddha's mind.

As Buddha said, if this is all in a dream, isn't it the same dream of prostitution or anything noble?  

If you haven't opened your eyes yet, please don't pick up this word to use.  

Love is the same act derived from the name, but some live as a means to maintain life and some use it as a means to create life.

When we were born we didn't have a choice, who ever is the same as everyone.

Our nature cannot be different and spring comes to everyone.

The literal translation of the meaning of prostitution in Korea is "sell spring." 

If someone asks about love, point and prove it right away.