She has her own understanding of love. Love only has one dimension: "depth", but she forgets that everything has "life and death".
She could not forget the cool night at the turn of spring and summer many years ago, the breathtaking moonlight, or the slender figure on the east wall of the old house.
She is as calm and self-possessed as she is, but she cannot stop her lover from drifting away. Only the memory remains as fresh as yesterday.
Her wish is very simple, she only hopes that her love can be very deep and sink deep into her heart. In the end, I discovered that love is so painful and why is love so difficult.