Sometimes, I wonder, is every process of meeting and parting between people just like many arcs sliding forward? With a little uncertainty, they are close to each other, and then leave in different directions. The sense of destined vicissitudes, like fireworks that will eventually bloom and then fall into the sea...
I think it must be like this. Socializing back and forth, parting back and forth.
Therefore, the encounter between you and me was nothing more than two reverse arcs that intersected and missed each other again. In the end, only the arc that once proved our encounter was left in the air, beautiful but tending to dim.
And you and I... Have been separated for many years.
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