The light of the sun and rain is like the light of a crystal ball, shining on you as you walk towards me, and then engulfing your back after so many years. I approached the crystal ball in a whisper and saw you and me, running non-stop, burying the years and reincarnations in the gray body, and then swept into the past and future at the end of the sky. Dust off your clothes, it's time for you to go, and it's time for me to go. That's how the story begins, or ends.