The shocking glimpse back then, the self-exile later, and the entanglement of grudges many years later. What is love? Is it passion, appreciation, impulse? Or is it the companionship of a long stream of water, the entanglement of life towards death? She and she are the sun and the moon. Will the earth turn over one day and the moon and the sun will collide? Everything is left to time, everything is left to chance. Their love is like the water plants and swimming fish in the seabed, beautiful and fragile.
Intention: After looking through the ups and downs of time and life, can you look back at the feeling of I love you?