Yesha said that the deepest and best love she gave him was to let go. Once her love was infatuation, desperate like a moth to the flame, knowing that it was not allowed, but deeply obsessed and unable to let go; then her love was heartache, watching the man she loved hurt her again and again, but she couldn't bear to blame him; finally, she chose to leave because her love was too hurt, and she couldn't even hold her tears. She could never understand his heart. She gave all her love, but only knew sadness.
: "Youlan, is it true that the deepest love is to be forgotten rather than remembered?"
Forgetting and remembering, when you are wandering between answers, have you turned your smile into tears under the sunset, and your heart has been scattered in the wind.