Meeting the right person at the right time is a blessing
Meeting the wrong person at the right time is a kind of sadness
Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a kind of helplessness
So who are we?
If you love but love at the wrong time
In addition to cherishing that drop of tears from the bottom of my heart
Except walking away wordlessly
What choice is there?
If we say
We are destined not to be happy
Then
I would rather
we have never met
just like before
parallel lines
Never met...