"Brother Ruan!" "Huh?" "I'm sorry, Xiaozheng, I met you so late. If we had met earlier, wouldn't this have happened..." "Heh."
The separation is actually not that terrible. After 650,000 hours, when we oxidize into wind, we can become two adjacent bubbles in a glass of beer, or two particles of dust nestling next to each other under a street lamp. Atoms in the universe will not be annihilated, and we will be together in the end.
If there is a next life, I will definitely look like you like me.