Maybe it's just like what is said in the Buddhist scriptures: "If there is no deep love, then the relationship is shallow." It was just that it was ordinary at that time. Time has passed, and even when she has married someone else, she still cannot forget that young man who looked as gentle as a scene and as clean as new in the midsummer under the deep green trees. And he still clearly remembered that the pure white girl, as fresh as ever, entered his world gracefully with the annoying cicada sound. At that moment, the whole world became brighter. But maybe they are just two intersecting straight lines, intersecting, staggering, and drifting apart. How wonderful it would be if life were just like the first time we met. My love for you, my longing for you, and my hatred for you may not be so deep...