What does it mean when your ex-boyfriend said that there will eventually be a weak water to replace the sea, and there will be no more lovesickness left in Wushan?

It means that eventually there will be someone to love me instead of you. Similarly, you will also meet another person to love you, but I will never love others the way I love you again. There will never be anyone who loves you as much as I do.

Some people say: Life is like a journey. You will meet many people on the way. They are all travelers. You will spend a period of time together, but everyone's journey is different. There will be parting in every encounter, just like the clouds in the sky gather and disperse, disperse and gather again.

Mr. Hayao Miyazaki said: "When the person who accompanies you is about to get off the bus, wave goodbye even if you feel reluctant to leave. Eventually, the weak water will replace the vast sea, and there will be no more lovesickness sent to Wushan."

But when you face separation in person, you may be able to understand the deep-rooted reluctance that Mr. Hayao Miyazaki felt back then. "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half of them were cultivators and half of them were kings."

Only by truly experiencing it can one understand that "time is the best medicine to heal pain." There is no bigger lie than this. I miss my tarsal bone and marrow deeply, and I want to forget it but dare not forget it. Experiencing that kind of pain once is enough. So they gave each other an oath when parting: "Gather and disperse on the quicksand, and we will say goodbye here and there. It will be difficult to recover after many years, but the years are quiet and peaceful. We are all carrying the burden and moving forward. I only hope that the rest of my life will not be compromised, and I will smile and watch the clouds roll and relax."

Once something you originally liked has been tested and hesitated, it will no longer be what you like. Half an acre of farmland, a small courtyard, talking about mulberry and hemp at night, falling in love with someone misty, choosing a city to grow old in.