Two people are in perfect contact with each other. The initial closeness, the later distance, and the mutual contact in the middle are all for the perfection of each other.
When loving each other becomes the scenery preserved on the picture, when the intimate embrace becomes one after the other, and there are no decades of mutual care in between, so the laughter and anger that were once so vivid become black and white movies playing silently in the mind. The past is like a silent train sliding through the wilderness. We have given up on loving each other and cannot stay together. Even lovesickness cannot continue. We grabbed each other's throats and were injured, just to turn the current scars into lingering pain, and turn the sweetness of the past into a silent relationship in the future, asking ourselves whether it is a seven-part dream, or a seven-part dream...
This article is delayed, please start reading in the third volume. The third volume is the story I want to write. The previous part is just a foreshadowing, explaining the background and prequel.