We are always going in the opposite direction, but I see you around the corner again and again.
We miss it again and again, but God is not willing to give up and allows us to start over.
I don't know what else to say, maybe silence is the best result.
Looking down at the past from now, I found that it was all a ball of loose sand.
Looking into the future from now, I find that it is all white.
There was a faint flash of gold.
So what?
Isn't everything here an illusion?
"Don't you already have the answer?"
The answer?
It seems that this is correct.
In fact, I am the one who really can't let go. I obviously want to start over.