When we are young and frivolous, we miss it; when we grow old, we miss it.
We always go back and forth between missing and being missed. You miss me, I miss you, and I even pass you by without knowing it.
I always thought that I could easily let go of the moment when we bumped into each other, but then I suddenly realized that that moment was a lifetime. All that's left is regret.
In the end, we are not together. Maybe many years later, the place beside you has already been given to someone else, and someone else has been found beside me. But we still think of the years we spent together, but we just think about it.
But I still wish you well.