#PI# Once thought that once you have seen the vast ocean, no other water can compare, and apart from Wushan, there are no clouds. Later I realized that there will always be weak water to replace the vast ocean, and no longer any longing to send to Wushan. The things I like are still liked, but I no longer cling to possession. One must always say goodbye to what cannot be held, just like some landscapes that can only be appreciated but cannot be kept, and some people who are only meant to meet but not to hold hands. So, after doing my best, I choose to go with the flow. I am not fickle; it’s just that my enthusiasm is ultimately limited. If sincerity cannot blossom, then let it be filled with thorns. If in this world there is a feeling of familiarity at first sight, then there is also a farewell to strangers in destiny. There is a kind of sadness called "we agreed to meet again in the future," yet it is defeated by the impermanence of life. There is a kind of regret called "thinking it was just a casual encounter and parting," yet it turns out to be the last meeting in this life...