"If it were to happen again, would it be the same result?" A voice as distant as time and space came from the dim night.
"Are you accustomed to freedom, or are you doomed to be lonely forever, right?... If you are doomed to wither, then I hope that at least it has been dazzling and blooming, and there will be no second."
"What happens next?" A faint laughter sounded from behind.
． ． ． ． ． ． "There is no present, and I will only miss you in the future."