It turns out that watching over you a thousand years ago and waiting for you a thousand years later were all for you. I merely walked in a circle, only to return to your side in the end.
You are the beginning of my life, and also its end.
I am only a butterfly fluttering between your fingers, infatuated with you, wild for you.
I am only a passing butterfly in your life, waiting in place for you to arrive.
It turns out that even after transmigrating across a thousand years, all I wanted was to witness the fleeting bloom of our lives, just for that instant when we met.
A game ends in emptiness; a dream encounter leaves sorrow behind.
Did I dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of me?
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