The beginning of love is unpredictable. The ending of love can be traced, whether it is drama, tragedy or comedy.
You are the wind in April. When you passed by me, I was afraid and I didn't dare to hide it. Now, please, please stop, I want to tell you: the sun is shining in the morning, the moon is bright every night, the scenery is flowing, the seasons are changing, I will always be by your side.
——Letter from Lu Yu to Yin Jing