The summer in Yunhuai is humid, and the camphor leaves are dazzlingly green. The corners of the draft paper were filled with comments, which were pressed against the corner of the table and then quietly put away.
Later, one went to the north and the other stayed in the south. A different place, silence, and longer and longer pauses on the phone. He said "stop for a while" and she said "ok". Once it stops, it lasts for several years.
Later, after so long, I still couldn't let go. Being together again made up for all the missing companionship. Both of them thought that this time it would be okay. Love can overcome all difficulties - they all believed it.
But the separation of adults is never about lack of love. His life took root in the north, and her life sprouted in the south. No one is wrong, just the direction is different.
Some words stopped in Yunhuai and did not follow anyone. Those years were very slow, so slow that it was like a letter that would never be finished.
Loved before and loved again. Each goes his or her own way.
Intention: We have loved each other, but each has his or her own way; we have lost our way home, but our love has never dissipated.