Youth whizzes by, the blood and crying in the middle, how much remains in our hearts, who meets whom, who remembers who...
Among millions of people, when you meet the person you meet, in the wilderness where time has no shore for millions of years, you are not a step too early or a step too late, you just happen to catch up...
The one who needs to leave is like a white horse passing through a gap and will never come back...
Encounter by chance, pass by...
Intention: