A forgetful modern boy, who does not believe in miracles, went back a thousand years ago, in a specious ancient world, where he met, separated, witnessed war and death, loved and was loved, suffered pain and happiness, and missed the one who should not be let down the most...
And that person said, I beg to God, just to see you again is enough, but when I really see you, I can't be satisfied. Shouldn't people be too greedy?
Fate has traveled through thousands of years, love has come and gone, what miracles can't happen?
The farthest distance in the world/is not life and death/but/I am standing in front of you/but you don't know that I love you
The farthest distance in the world/is not that I am standing in front of you/but you don't know that I love you/but/that we know we love each other/but can't be together
The farthest distance in the world/is not that we know we love each other/but can't be together/but/that we obviously can't resist missing you/but we still have to deliberately pretend that we don't take you/in my heart at all
The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't resist missing you/but I still have to pretend I don't care about you at all/but that I use my indifferent heart to dig an insurmountable ditch for the one who loves you.
——Tagore
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