When fate ends, there is no need to retain it, only endless melancholy remains. When fate breaks up, there is no need to be sad. After the sadness, there is just boundless loneliness. Fate is an accident in life. Only when flowers bloom can they fall, and when flowers disperse, they can gather together. When we separate, we don't need to search for the old vows; when we leave, we don't need to repeat those trivial years, so all the days are relaxed, and all the burdens are sweet.