Love is not a frozen sculpture, but a flowing river. From burning possession, to painful longing, and finally into a peaceful symbiosis, its form of existence has changed, but its total amount has never decreased. Memory is not a cold file on a hard drive, but a "narrative" that we constantly reshape. Every review is a new understanding and stitching. The real farewell is not a break with the past, but a profound "graduation ceremony." It means that we finally have the ability to place that person and that time in a suitable position in the long river of life, and then move forward lightly.
