If the end point of memory is forgetting, then what is the meaning of "remembering"?
When people meet and then separate, is this a meaningless fate? Or should we say that everything in this world has its own timeline: when the life of plants is over, they wither and decay; when the life of animals is over, they stop breathing; when the time of gold and stone is up, they are eroded by insects and weathered?
In the boundless time, in the boundless world, does life not always have meaning?
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