Those who are destined will never be separated, and those who are not destined will never meet again. It turns out that the story will drift into the distance with the wind and I don't know where it is. The sentence "I still love you" has become the past. I always think about the perfect ending and ignore the regrets of existence. Maybe I really can't let go, but I really have to move forward. Sometimes, if I miss it, I really pass by, and the story really stops here. The end of life is not death, but regret and forgetfulness.
"Jiatong, I hope you are safe and happy."
"Cheng Jiangyuan, love me well in your next life."
Intention: Life has no end, just like the ocean has no end. Be article