How much time a person has in this life can only be cut into a few decades.
The person I missed at the end became a symbol, a god, and the glass of wine on the altar.
It became the ashes of the steel bars in the ruins, and sooner or later it rotted deep in the high-rise buildings.
I also wanted to be where you are.
Until now, I also want to go to the place where you have been.