Looking back, it's been half a lifetime.
The pure, fanatical, unconditional and desperate love that I persisted in when I was young has experienced ups and downs in the flow of time, and gradually turned to complexity, plainness, mutual understanding, and adherence to principles. This may not be a downgrade of faith in feelings, at least, not completely. The carrier of happiness has been secretly changed, but is that not a kind of happiness?
I would like to record our story - the inscription that time is better than nothing, the silent power of time.
Intention: I hope you can learn how to love from being loved before it is too late, and then become worthy of being loved.