There is such a story in "Zhuangzi·Neipian·Grand Master". "When the spring dries up, the fish and the fish stay together on land. They wet each other when they gnaw at each other, and they soak each other with foam. It would be better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."
The fish that can forget may be the happiest. What if there's one fish you can't forget? The same may be true for people and relationships.
Helping each other is sometimes necessary for survival or out of helplessness. Being able to give up and forget is also a kind of happiness.
We have loved some people deeply. When you are in love, treat the day and night as eternity, treat the lingering moment as being loved forever, then make a promise, and then hope to hold your hand and live happily ever after. Then everything disappeared, and then we finally understood how eternity is a rare thing, and how mysterious and fragile happiness is. Maybe love has nothing to do with happiness, maybe the ultimate happiness in this life has nothing to do with the person deepest in my heart, maybe one day in the future, we will hold someone's hand and see through the scenery slowly throughout our lives.
In fact, the promise is nothing, and the absence is nothing. Everything has its own destination. We learn to take it lightly, learn not to force it, learn to hide it deeply, bury you deeply, and hide you where the smoke and dust of time cannot reach.
But, just why on a rainy evening, in a lonely night, you still fade in and out in my heart; fade out, fade in, cannot be taken away, cannot be erased%A