what is love?
An elf sat in deep thought among the green branches.
If the wind is there or not.
A bird flew over, stopped on a branch, and looked at the rice field that was about to ripen in the distance.
The elf took out a bunch of yellow rice and asked, "Do you love this rice?"
"Love."
"Why?"
"It drives my hunger away."
The bird finished pecking at the rice, and lightly combed its smooth feathers.
"Do you love this rice now?" The elf took out another bunch of yellow rice.
The bird looked up at a spring in the distance and replied, "Now I love that spring, I'm a little thirsty."
The elf plucked a leaf and filled it with spring water.
The bird has finished drinking the spring water and is ready to flutter away.
"Answer me one more question," the elf held out her fingertips, and the bird rested on it.
"Are you going to do something more important? I have rice and spring water here."
"I'm going to the valley where the hyacinths are open to see that hyacinth."
"Why? Does it drive away your hunger?"
"can not."
"It quenches your thirst?"
"can not."
"Then why do you want to see it?"
"I need it."
"Why do you need it?"
"I love it."
"Why love it?"
"I miss it day and night."
"Why miss it?"
"I love it."