She said, if I could do it again, I would never meet you in this life.
When I met him, it was a late autumn day, the setting sun was shining in the west, the sky was filled with gorgeous clouds, and my eyes were filled with beautiful scenery;
When she left him, it was also a waning autumn, but the only difference was that in her eyes, the waning sun was like blood, the autumn grass was luxuriant, and the land was desolate.
If you miss it, you miss it. Don't worry about who is right or wrong. This life is gone. You can only wait for the next life to make up for this late fate.