In the Su Jinhua years, some pasts and encounters were too beautiful and too fragile. The more intense they became, the more entangled they became. It became shallow and deep, gathered and dispersed, and became ordinary in the long years. It was once prosperous, there was an oath of friendship, there was a lingering love, but in the end, the glory of a lifetime is just a finger of quicksand.
I'm glad that I met you early in my long years. I don't have to bother to pursue you. There are few separations and misunderstandings. It's better to be as indifferent as water than to give up with a sigh.