Late to Know

Jiang Weichi, you are always late. I wrote a letter, thinking you wouldn't receive it. You wrote back, thinking I could see it. We have been lying to each other through a piece of paper our whole lives. Later, I split myself into four worlds and asked you to come to me over and over again. Under the fireworks on campus, beside the sycamore trees of the Republic of China, At the edge of the entertainment industry, there will be an endless ocean of data in the future. Every time you find me, I almost disappear. I tell you every time: Don't be sad. But you feel sad every time. At the end of the last time, you said the system terminated. You finally woke up. But I'm not here anymore. You find that the letter from three years ago is still next to your pillow, There is an extra line on the back, I don't know when it was written: "Jiang Weichi, this letter is not a suicide note. It's a love letter. " You finally understand. But I'm no longer here. ——It turns out you were only three years late. And I am late all my life. --- BE slow heat --- "It's never too late, know the year well" Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you