Once, I had a hazy dream of meeting my ideal lover.
When the dream came true, I finally understood the pain of fearing what you might lose.
Love is nothing more than a tale of romance.
Some romantic stories are worth cherishing for a lifetime, while others are cruel, yet impossible to forget.
All those breakups and reconciliations, all that tangled passion: if it ultimately bears no fruit, then it's like flowers battered by the wind and withered, like snow shattered and the moon left incomplete.
And the luckiest of all are those who approach happiness with a pure heart. They needn't worry about losing it or go out of their way to seek it; happiness simply arrives in silence.
All they wait for is that moment, and that person, with whom they can walk hand in hand, watching warm breezes coax flowers into bloom and snow-covered peaks reflect on Erhai Lake.
