Also known as: City of the Sky What exactly is love, and where does it come from? I can't figure it out, maybe the so-called love is just a colorful butterfly, which looks beautiful, but can never be approached, if you really want to She clenched it tightly in her hand, she struggled, and rubbed off all the colors in the struggle, and became pale from now on. I seem to understand why I was so cautious, because I was afraid that I would not touch her soul, but wiped Lost that beautiful layer of color!