"I only heal the hopeless."
Finally one day, he asked her: "What is the cure for being trapped in love?"
"You can free others from their pain, but you still trap yourself in the shackles of memory."
Memory is a shackle that is heavier than reality but beautiful, and it is difficult to break free. But sometimes, it is like a field of rosemary in full bloom, with flowers blooming and falling in one season, making it unforgettable.
When time dilutes the memories, you are not you, I am still me. We have not seen each other again for many years.