Sometimes, he would think like this, meeting a person is just a matter of a moment, and then it takes root in the flesh and blood in his heart, which cannot be cut or peeled off, and affects his life. But meeting is just like this. Some people meet such a person, and some people look for it all their lives and cannot find it.
The man asked him, if it hadn't started like this, would it have ended the same way?
Clumsily and not good at words, I just wrote on the palm of that person's hand: The city is as beautiful as ever.