The Boat Has Passed the Ten Thousand Mountains

Lu Yang: I don't know when you came. But when I knew it, you had been here for a long time. Gu Mingyuan: I love you, so I want to protect you from love. As is human nature, we compare love to many things, many romantic and beautiful things or moments, and many decisive gestures or expressions. We always feel that love is a splash of color, but we will also find that there is not so much accumulation of passion in our lives, and we are disappointed and frustrated with each other. So we always cry to death over the plot of sacrificing love, but we talk to each other coldly over trivial matters. Love has really suffered a lot of grievances. It is not that it cannot face life, separation and death, but it is often unable to compete with daily necessities. Love is not fireworks, rainbows, cotton candy, light and fire, redemption or destruction, life or death. Love is the person beside you. Minutes and seconds are real, and years and months are ordinary. The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.