Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust? The first time we met, I was eight years old and you were sixteen. My family was ruined and you had both fame and fortune. The second time we met, I was sixteen and you were twenty-four. I was abandoned by the orphanage, entered the Nan family and took the Nan surname. You regarded me as an enemy that could be cut to pieces. After eight years of getting along and knowing each other, everything was related to love, but everything seemed to have nothing to do with love. The third time we met, I was twenty-eight and you were thirty-six. Sui, you have become my unchanging faith. Even if you are scarred, you still enjoy the joy of suffering without any betrayal. I love you, above love, above family affection... There is a kind of love called faith. When you fall in love with someone, you must learn to protect it. Waiting will become unnecessary to say anything. I am accustomed to silence and think it is the protective umbrella of the two people's love, but I don't know that one day it becomes each other's sharp sword. Even if we are all bruised in the end, we must fight against time and go hand in hand through thick and thin. Flowers bloom on the other shore, but there is nothing you can do in front of the bridge. Even if we are destined to be together, we will have you in heaven and hell, so why should we be afraid?