Love Is Like Sand Slipping Through One'S Fingers

Have you forgotten your first love? You loved me so deeply back then, but now everything has changed. Love is like fine sand slipping through one's fingers; you can grasp it, but you cannot hold on to it.

Love is like sand slipping through one's fingers; if held too loosely, it easily flows away, and if held too tightly, it causes pain to oneself

For the passion of youth, she paid a heavy price. When she returned, the fireworks of the past had already faded. Thus, she withdrew from society and began a solitary and tranquil life. However, fate did not let her off the hook. A former acquaintance appeared before her, knocking on her slumbering door. What is it that is difficult to let go of? What is it that has entangled her life? Despite the twists and turns, she ultimately cannot escape this destined outcome. The former acquaintance stood before her, knocking on her slumbering door. What is it that is difficult to let go of? What is it that has entangled her life? Despite the twists and turns, she ultimately cannot escape this destined outcome. The sunlight shines on the shining scars, love is like sand held in the hand, closer it rubs, further it pulls at the heartstrings, what to keep and what to let go, no one can answer.