When the flowers on the other side bloom, I say
Drink it, this is the soup made from all the tears you shed for her in your previous life. If you love her, drink it.
He said, I love her.
Drink it all in one gulp.
I remember someone said to me,
We will meet again in the next life. There will be no sorrow or happiness.
But, that was a long time ago.
How long?
I forgot.