If we are destined to miss each other, why did we meet and fall in love in the first place?
If we are really destined, why is it so difficult to see each other, embrace each other and follow each other?
The bond between life and death is broad, and it is said to be true with the son; holding the hand of the son, and the son is destined; holding the hand of the son, and growing old together with the son; holding the hand of the son, what else can I ask for?