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In the evening, I was alone, nestled on a sofa in the corner of a small bar. I lit a cigarette and watched the gray-white smoke rise. If time could be turned back, if countless choices in life could be repeated, would you remember the self who once stood in the pouring rain, would you remember the self who waited alone and foolishly at night? If there was such a possibility that you could re-experience the joy and pain of youth, face the joys and sorrows of life again, and give you the opportunity to press the pause button and try countless other possibilities again, would you have the courage to face a strange and complicated future again? This is a story about time and space. It is a bit long. If you are willing, let me tell it to you slowly.