The Evolution of Love

Everyone has their own love story when they were students. In the stories I tell, you may see your own shadow and bits and pieces of your past. When I meet you, I am willing to miss the rolling mortal world. Not every miss represents regret, and not every encounter leads to happiness. Someone said to me, if I had known this, why not let go in the first place. He saw the misfortune and sorrow of the present, but what I saw was the great happiness of the past that filled my body and supported me to go on.