I met the person I met among millions of people. In the endless wilderness of time in millions of years, I happened to catch up, neither a step too early nor a step too late. There was nothing else to say, except to ask softly: Oh, are you here too?
For example, it's like meeting and reuniting with someone in the past. Every time you come and go, you are separated by an ocean.
Someone once said that before love begins, you can never imagine loving someone that way; before love ends, you can never imagine that love will disappear.
In fact, it is just like this. All love, whether it is joy or sorrow, in ancient and modern times, is a kind of incomprehensible perception.
I picked a bright flower and leaned it in my hair in a deep alley, and I remembered someone from a long time ago.
In my ears, I heard the mute sound of the harp, which was mixed with the woman's babbling singing, which was dark and unclear.