In my lifetime, we meet on a narrow road, and we cannot escape. Suddenly, tangled curves grow on the palms of my hands. Before I become sensible, and after I fall in love, it can't last more than a day. I can't keep it. I can't calculate it. The fleeting years meet a fireworks show. In the time of a reincarnation, the purple stars flow by. It's too late to say goodbye. They are already far away from me, a light-year away.