The huge network intertwined by all this, all the warm helpless sorrow, the passage of time, the painful sorrow of separation, the huge ripples may rise and fall, but they are no longer insignificant.
As time goes by, the bleak scenery will pass without a trace, and those oaths, whether true or false, can only be scattered dust, which will be scattered as soon as it blows.
You, me or him, spinning on the wheel of fate, cannot get out of the trap of time. The beginning of the beginning and the end of the end. The beginning of fate is also the end of fate.