The fleeting years are countless, and there is no so-called right or wrong in who loves whom.
He is 5 years older than her and she calls him brother. In the lonely years, he was the only one to rely on.
The fate of separation, the inescapable struggle. Is it in response to the saying "When hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west?" Time flies by and never comes back. He once said: "Ah Zao, you have to remember." Remember what? Brother Shaoshen, what should I remember? Is it your love for me or my nostalgia for you? Is it the happiness we once had or the future we have never touched?
In the passage of time, all those love and hate, right and wrong will be smoothed away. All we can remember is unchanging love.