I once went into self-exile, exiled in the sky just to wait for one person. A person who can accompany me for a long time, and a person who can slowly taste the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea for me until I grow old.
The moment you appeared, I really thought that person was you. I believe it.
However, I never imagined that it would be such a profound pain and torture later on.
Those who once thought that happiness was coming.
Later, you and I became strangers again at this forked intersection.
So I embarked on the journey of exile again, this time not to wait, but to forget. Erase you, us, the so-called past from the depths of memory, and start wandering in the distance.
Love, what is it?
How much love does it take to make a lasting memory? How much love does it take to have the courage to erase the past and leave a blank memory? Perhaps forgetting is to preserve this unique profundity? Maybe, it's also because I don't love you anymore?
Since we said goodbye, it feels like a lifetime ago.
An unexpected reunion, your eyes are full of affection, but when we meet by strangers, I am a nodding acquaintance who is indifferent and distant.
Destiny is reshuffled, fate is handed over again, will tragedy reincarnate again?
Maybe, this time it will be a fresh start.
I'm glad I met you again, I'm glad I didn't let go of your hand this time.
I want to say to you: Mr. Chen, I am indeed lucky to meet you.
Meeting you is a happy thing.
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