If there really is a next life, I will become a rock, a fish, or a drop of sea water, and go to the depths of the sea to see the place that haunts you, and what charm not only occupies your heart, but also steals your life.
Enough, we have been entangled for half a lifetime, we are just selfish people. You should at least be materialistic. If there is a next life, if there is one, I want a completely different life, not the same people and the same things.
If we met when we were seventeen years old, I would believe that love does not need a reason, and that one glance would last forever. If we met at the age of twenty-seven, I would make you a profit and loss statement and carefully calculate your input-output ratio. But now that I am almost thirty-seven years old, love and profit and loss statements are no longer important. I want a reason, a reason to believe in you and the future.