Love is so strange. It is not like the sea, which is always so vast and deep; it is not that touch of moonlight, which can last forever. It is more like a tree, sprouting, growing, thriving, and dying. It is changing every day. Our love is not the same as yesterday, and our love will not change tomorrow. Weiwei and Qiling's love grew after it sprouted, and then ended abruptly before it grew stronger again.
Years later, when they each returned to the position of good friends, they discovered that love had quietly grown and grown stronger at some point. Looking back suddenly, the person in the dim light was still there, but there were too many people and too many things between them, making it impossible to cross.