The ending of meeting the wrong person at the right time is wrong, and the ending of meeting the right person at the wrong time is still wrong. Only now do I understand that fate is something that can be lost by a thousand miles. The fate of life is like this. It is obvious that we have to wait hundreds of years to meet someone, but we just pass by again. Looking back, I only shed tears of lovesickness.
I struggled to hold on to my self-righteous happiness, but in the end I realized that wealth is determined by fate and not by people.
If the ending was anticipated, what's the point of all those struggles and unwillingness? I ponder deeply and deeply, why do I fall in love with only one tree among thousands of trees?