All encounters in the world will eventually become a thing of the past.
All deep love will leave shallow traces in time.
Or watching at the seaside, or passing by the years,
Either farewell in the wind and snow, or meet again in reincarnation.
No need to make public, no need to be perfect.
Having loved is a mark for life.
Love is silent and its traces are immortal.
Concept: Love is a moment, trace is a lifetime