Meeting the right person at the right time is a blessing.
Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness.
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh.
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness.
How much sadness and helplessness are there between us?
How much time does love give us?
To meet and separate?
To choose and regret?
If there is an afterlife, I would be willing to pay any price to exchange for——
I meet you at my most beautiful time!