It would be great if we were really in the novel. However, reality is reality, and novels are novels. We will not end up well throughout our lives. We are always chasing each other's figure, as if that person is always in front of us, running, and then turning his head and looking at himself with a smile on his face: Come quickly, the scenery ahead is very good, if you persist, persistence will be victory! I clenched my fists and woke up. I could never find you again!
Intention: I met the right person at the right time, but I missed it!