We live in the same time and space, but we will never meet again. In our respective stories, whether they are sad or happy, we will no longer have each other. This is such a sad thing. The love and hope, the bitterness and waiting that we once had are just things from yesterday. Why do we get stuck in memories again and again and refuse to come out? Are the memories too beautiful or too harsh? After all, do we fall in love with the person in our memory, or is it the feeling of being unable to fall in love?