After all, how many times do you have to miss it before you know how to cherish the beauty in your hands as if you first met it?
After all, how many times do we need to be separated before I can hold hands with you for the rest of my life and grow old together?
How much entanglement, how much miss
It's fate but not destiny,
Or is it just not meant to be?
Love in nine lifetimes is ultimately a dream,
When I woke up from the dream, it was too late to regret it.
This article is not a tragedy.