Some people say that love only exists in rotten memories that cannot be traced back.
Some people say that love is just a flavoring in life, like boiled water, it can be sweet, sour, or hard to swallow.
Others say, love? What is love? I've never seen that. . . . .
Su Jin looked up at the sky and thought, love is probably like the stars, it looks like a dream but is actually out of reach.
Everyone lamented the beauty of love, like a sea of stars, and finally a few people got it.
Life and death, crying and laughing, parting and reunion, spring, summer, autumn and winter. . . A series of reincarnations of time, a series of silent elegy.
And I just wait for someone to hold me and say to me in a quiet midnight: "Su Jin, there is no need to say anything about love."