Love is like a hot air balloon
Ignoring its risks, we chase it
Ignoring its heat, we chase it
Attracted to the beautiful experience it brings
Attracted to its beautiful colors
Oblivious to the beautiful flowers in the field we are stepping on.
Not heeding to the advices of the old
Not heeding to the advices of the experienced
Until we trip and fall
It’s too late, the flowers are already ruined!