People often say: Life is like a play. Love is such an important part of life, why isn't it just like a play or a dream? Loved, hated, looking back, it was nothing but a dream. Love and hatred are empty. When I wake up from a dream, there are only two lines of clear tears left. Looking up at the night sky, the moon is gone, let alone a relationship. The moon waxes and wanes, celestial phenomena cycle, love passes and people pass, and relationships arise and disappear.