It seems that people always meet all kinds of people in their life, get together, get acquainted, get to know each other, maybe they fall in love or not, but they can't avoid ending up in the end.
Dispersion is the most primitive fate of joys and sorrows in life. How many people have actually disappeared in the crowd, because they have opposite life trajectories, or they should not have crossed paths.
Then I can only use a few eloquent words to record the ending quietly. With her, or with them.
There was also an unforgettable acquaintance that was not in vain.
Purpose: Use words to record those important passers-by