They were originally two lonely lines extending separately and full of haze. Because of their intersection, they became the only tenderness that focused on each other's lives.
But the intersection of straight lines is destined to separate, and the intersection is just a fleeting moment.
After focusing briefly, the lens of destiny slowly blurred until it was completely out of focus.
Intention: Even if there is warmth, parting will eventually occur, and regret is the norm.