One note, more than twenty years of entanglement. At the age of sixteen, he was the only light in her suffocating youth, and he was also the first whirlpool of collapse in her life. After ten years of no contact and each having a family, she thought the past had been sealed away. Until a late-night "Miss You" broke through the decency of all adults.
Reunion is an out-of-control kiss, a dialog box written and deleted, and a profile at the train station that I dare not confirm. They spent the first half of their lives learning how to fall in love clumsily, and the second half of their lives practicing how to say goodbye gracefully, but failed repeatedly. It wasn't until she sent out the wedding invitation and he replied with the final blessing that the two of them understood: some farewells are not just a "goodbye", but a silent inner migration that lasts for the rest of their lives.
This is a long ceremony about "unfinished". It is the reconciliation between the creditor of youth and the prisoner of time. It is also an epic shared by everyone who has a name of "I can't go back" hidden in their hearts.
