Opening the old notepad, pages of handwriting rendered with tears can no longer find traces of time. The person who once walked through the album of life has long been buried in the silent heart. I occasionally think about it, but there is no passion anymore. Love is just a shallow fjord. Once you cross it, you will have new expectations; once you fall in love, it will change forever. The growth of those love churches also entered their final years as the years passed. There is a saying: Waiting is not for you to come back, but to find an excuse not to leave. The excuse for continuing to love is to wait, but the result of waiting is harm. The past has long since ceased to exist, and the clouds of the past will never come back again. If the person you love deeply decides to leave, will you let go at the end of the story? Lies will not last forever. If it were me, I would let it go.