I often dream of a sentence: Meeting is also separation. Even if it spans a thousand years, the world will reach the same destination but take different paths. Different paths do not make plans for each other. But that sentence is so familiar, it seems to be engraved deep in my memory, but I can never think of it. It wasn't until I met him that I realized that he and I had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if we had met him in my previous life... And I just wanted to meet him in this life. Meeting, meeting and falling in love have been reincarnating endlessly, with no end, spanning thousands of years, just to meet you, but sometimes we are destined to be separated from the beginning. This is a story about meeting
Concept: Meeting is also separation, even if it spans thousands of years