Our love is like a long rainy season throughout the four seasons.
When I was thirteen years old, it was a sudden rainstorm in summer, which was so hearty that I didn't know how to restrain myself.
When I was sixteen, it was the lingering cold rain in autumn, with a premonition of parting and a heart-wrenching chill.
Nineteen years old is like the icy rain frozen in winter, sharp, silent, and shattered with one blow.
We thought the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared up, and from then on there were two parallel rivers.
But on an ordinary spring day a long time later, I discovered——
It turns out that the rainwater has never disappeared. It seeps into the ground and gathers silently. It has already become the deepest underground water vein that nourishes each other's forest of life.
It turns out that we have never been separated, we are just taking root separately, waiting for the branches and leaves to meet again at a higher place.
Purpose: Facing one's own growth