I still can't understand why my fate is so bizarre. One second, I was enjoying the scenery on the bustling Champs Elysées, and the next second, I suddenly appeared deep in the bamboo forest. I don't know why God allowed me to appear here, in this unknown world that was hundreds of thousands of years ago, in this era that does not belong to me. The joys and sorrows of all living beings here have nothing to do with me. I was like a ruthless outsider, watching their performances one by one, occasionally trying to get close and trying to accept, but I was never able to truly integrate into this world. Life or death really doesn't make much difference to me. I think a meaningless life is probably like this, life and death are the same. I thought that this was how my life would go. Maybe I would die in an accident one day, or maybe I would be "lucky" and die at a healthy age. However, I didn't expect that life is full of surprises. I don't know if "The Dark Willows and the Bright Flowers" are talking about my feelings. I never thought I would meet him, nor did I think how much trouble my life would cause because of him. I thought I could always remain calm, neither sad nor happy. I thought that in the end we were just passers-by in each other's lives, and we would be apart forever. But I didn't expect that in the pink depths, on the boat, the involvement between him and me had been cut off and could not be shaken off. I thought that after traveling through thousands of years and wasting so much time, maybe it was just to meet you at this moment, maybe just to meet you on the way...