Meeting the person you want to meet among millions of people, never a moment faster or a moment slower in the desert of millions of time, whether such an encounter is destined to have a perfect ending, maybe it should be, if not, then there is only one answer, it is destined, acquaintance is separation, and meeting is a mistake. Is it a pity that you and I have known each other for many years...
Epilogue: Are there really past and present lives? I stand here silently watching you go away, just like that dream, I saw the end, it turns out that the process has already been experienced...