Is fate such a thing accidental or inevitable? By chance, I met someone I had never met before and started a new life path together. During this intersection, I discovered that the other person turned out to be the person I had been waiting for. At this time, we will secretly sigh at the magic of fate, half-understandably believing that meeting each other is destined, and naturally imagine the future with each other's existence.
That's why I feel overwhelmed and unable to accept it at the moment of separation. In fact, we are all too self-righteous. We only have it for a moment and think we will never lose it. Because we are used to companionship, we never expect emptiness. If you could turn back time, if you knew in advance that all this would happen. My eyes will only stop for you, even if I miss all the scenery in my life.