No one saw us coming.
So, we stumbled into each other, separated, met, fell in love, and separated.
My favorite sad ancient poem is "Even if we meet, we should not know each other." To me, it means that it is better for two people to miss each other than to miss each other.
When our youth is lost in the sea, and the original sharp ideas are eroded by reality, I hope all my unwillingness will turn into a hysterical cry.
But, that boy who loves to wear black, can you hear my love?