Meeting You for the First Time Is Like an Old Friend Returning Home

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, he said quietly, why do I always feel so familiar to you? I want to think deeply about it, but my heart aches... That night, in the cool autumn breeze, he asked me in a low voice, "Am I willing to be his woman?" It was also that night, with tears in my eyes, I said decisively, this life is absolutely impossible.