Although they were not destined to be destined, they met again and again in the crowded world in their splendid youth;
If they were destined, why did they disappear into each other's world again and again, and what they waited for so hard was that they no longer had the heart to love the good night, and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon;
Could it be that I really answered that sentence? No matter whether I hate you or love you, I can't ask for it.
If you want to blame, just blame God for playing tricks on people.