I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it. But we always regret what we have lost. We spend the present regretting the past, and spend the whole day in despair. What's the point of going back and forth like this? People and things were so beautiful in the past, but now they are devastated, at least for the person involved. If God gives you another chance, will the ending be different, or will it still follow the trajectory of history, with the same people, the same story, the same time, the same place, the same conversation, will the ending change slightly...