Mobius Strip

He had been looking for her for a long time. Traveling through time, tearing the sky apart, until you can't tell whether you are in the past or the future. Later, he met a mortal woman. She had the face that he thought about day and night, but she wouldn't resist and didn't dare to look up. Like a weed growing on the roadside, it has been stepped on countless times, but it still keeps growing. He should have turned around and walked away. But he didn't. He taught her to fight back, taught her to write, and taught her not to accept her fate. He watched her straighten her back little by little, like watching a seedling being lifted up. But every time I look at it, I feel a little more panicked. She made a wish to him. She said, I want to remember you in the next life. He agreed. I don't know what this forbidden technique will bring about, and I don't know what she will pay. I don't even know that in the circle of time, there is never an answer to who meets whom first and who leaves whom first. He didn't know until fate closed its net. It turns out that the distance he thought was the same place. It turned out that the person he was looking for was right where he started. Concept: Most encounters in this world are one-time. Like two leaves brushing against each other in a stream, each drifts to a different downstream. But some people are not. They are like two rivers repeatedly folded by fate, bifurcating, converging, bifurcating, and converging again in the folds of time. Each intersection is wider and deeper than the last one. You thought it was the first meeting, but in fact it was a reunion. What you thought was a reunion is actually just the starting point of the next journey. She pulled up a person who dared not look up from the mud, and that person later became her light. She stood in front of a bewildered boy who later became her way home. You save me from the abyss, I will save you from the maze. You once said to me, "If your heart is strong, no one can knock you down." I will live this sentence into the hardness of my bones and return it to you when you were young. You gave me a lamp, and I polished it brighter and looked back to illuminate the darkest road you walked. The Möbius strip has no beginning and no end. You are walking on the front side, and I am walking on the opposite side. You think we are going in opposite directions, but in fact we are always on the same page, walking towards each other along the same boundless road. Every brush with each other is not a farewell, but a foreshadowing of the next encounter. Every turn is a savings, in order to catch the other person with a more complete self at the next corner. This is the mercy given to them by fate: they are trapped in the ring, and therefore they are forever young and can always start over. Every time you start over, it is not a simple repetition, but a deeper arrival. It's like a river flowing through the same valley every year, but every time it flows, the stones at the bottom of the valley are more rounded, and the flowers on the river banks are more prosperous. It turns out that loving in the end is not possession, waiting, or even reunion. In the end, love is when two people live their lives as the light that the other person once illuminated, and then, in an endless cycle, come back to each other again and again in a better and better appearance.