As the saying goes: Five hundred glances in a past life buy you one passing encounter in this life.
Fate is such a wondrous thing. But does meeting you mean I am doomed to suffer in this life?
You say I should count myself lucky, but I don't feel that way.
You say this is the suffering I deserve, yet it makes me feel truly alive.
If I could, I really wouldn't spend all five hundred of those glances on you.
If I could, I would hope not to pass you by in the next life.
And you wouldn't have to struggle once more,
Or walk again along the endless River of Forgetfulness.
I can't do this anymore. I just can't keep writing! I'm sorry, everyone!
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