There are no nonsense or coincidences. Life is like a book, but there are no so-called ups and downs in the story. There are just those people and those things, who meet in an ordinary way and then separate in an ordinary way. Over the years, the ordinary is no longer, the gray clothes fade away, and the years are glorious.
Why do people live?
To meet.
Why do people leave?
For reunion.
What can you take with you if you die?
Can take away that memory that belongs to you.
Like a gentle song, winding through the gentle breeze and fine grass, gently tapping the meandering water, the memories belonging to you and me unfold here lightly, but end quietly.