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The eyes were pitch black until a slender figure appeared in front of him. He was like a savior... Seemingly familiar... But also so strange and distant... I vaguely saw his heroic face, and glanced into his eyes as deep as the sea. What is revealed in these eyes is something I, as an actor, cannot describe... It has spanned the long past and crossed the eternal annual rings. ...

What is love? What is love? Why do people who love each other leave and those who wait silently don't fall in love? In fact, all love, hate and separation are the meeting of two parallel lines, and then a choice is made, which draws each other's life trajectory and extends the joys and sorrows. However, the most beautiful result is that two parallel lines cross, merge into a point, happiness blooms, and then hand in hand towards the end of life. It's just that some people are so lucky that they see flowers bloom when they meet; and some people are so stubborn that they spend their whole lives waiting for flowers to bloom.