Even if we are not in parallel time and space, I still know that we cannot walk side by side!
Maybe it was the perfect spring day on March 15, 2008. A young man wearing a white shirt stood in the sun, with a delicate and handsome face and a tall figure. I just took one look at him and fell in love with him uncontrollably.
Fifteen years later, on March 15, it was the same person with the same white shirt. The person I had seen for 15 years was no longer a teenager. He lay quietly and silently on the hospital bed.
The beginning of love is the combination of the right time, place, and right people. It is fate. Love is born due to fate, and love comes from fate. When fate is gone, love is gone. All love can only be dispersed by the wind.
Purpose: To love means to spend your limited life with the one you love.