It's Not Too Late When You Finally Understand

How lucky I am to have met you, three hundred years ago. Who knows if this moment of smiling at each other will vanish in the very next moment, leaving me to wake alone and discover it was nothing but a dream? I still haven't met the lover who would be my perfect match You never appeared at all, or perhaps you've already passed away I wonder if, in some country, in some year Before the day that brought me into this world There was someone who waited for the one I would love, lying awake night after night Though we never met, that person is already gone So real, and yet like a fictional character Could it be that we were meant to be together in this life, but you went to the wrong era? A new creation from a mind that's started to wander: Updates regularly: a sweet story about Fourth Master; I want to thank Yuan Gululu for keeping me company. I hadn't looked back in a long time, and then I saw you'd even given me a grenade. I feel so bad for letting you down. Theme: