Hongyan Pavilion

If there was a darkness deeper than night, what would it be. If there was a sadness deeper than death, what would it be. If there was a light warmer than the sun, what would it be. ———————————— The memory seems to be very long, but it seems to be very short. If it is short, it shrinks to a starting point and occupies a small position on the blank paper. Some encounters are just a quick glance, looking at each other, smiling, and then becoming quiet and still. It's so short that I just remember a face, without the cause and effect, leaving only a picture that is difficult to piece together after many years. In just one moment, that is eternity. Love, hate, separation, war, how will their fate end?