Once thought that having experienced the vast sea, there could be no other water; aside from the peaks of Wushan, there are no other clouds. Later I came to realize that there will always be weak water to replace the vast sea, and no more longing to send to Wushan. The things I like are still liked, but I no longer cling to possession. One must eventually say goodbye to the things that cannot be held, just like some scenery can only be appreciated but not retained, and some people are only meant to be met, not to hold hands with. So after trying my best, I choose to go with the flow; I am not fickle, just that my enthusiasm is ultimately limited. If sincerity cannot bloom, let it be filled with thorns. If in this world there is a feeling of familiarity upon first meeting, there will also be a parting of strangers in life. There is a kind of sadness called promising to meet again for a long time, only to lose to the unpredictability of life; there is a kind of regret called thinking it was just a casual parting, only to find it was the last meeting in this life...