The end of one cycle is the beginning of another.
Travelers are walking on an endless road, following the footprints left by the past, and looking back at every bit of the past.
He turned his back on everything, whether it was for the so-called justice or for the comfort from the soul, but this is no longer important.
Love passed away quietly in the blink of an eye, and he spent his whole life unable to catch it.
The past has not passed, but the future will eventually come.