I heard that everything in the world involves the span of time, and is all about waiting or suffering.
From beginning to end of any story, no matter whether it is thousands of turns or calm, its meaning is only whether it happened or not.
Maybe one day you will forget everything. The blue of the past has become a memory in the years that you thought was long ago. It is hidden deep in your mind like this, without seeing the sun, without rain and dew, it will breed everywhere in every dark and starry night.
However, it is as simple as a movie says:
Love is true, love is pure.
As long as you close your eyes, you can see it.
After all, no matter how long we have been together and how long we have been apart, that wandering has never been a stranger.
The whale rolls up the white waves, and the last thing you can see is the vast sea.