Through death's door
The old paths that transcend time come to me
Although dreams fade and hopes are disillusioned
The fruits gathered by the years rot away
But I am the eternal truth and you will see me again and again
In your life journey from this shore to the other shore
——Tagore
All goodbyes are reunions. After swallowing the soul, I merge with you. You are me, I am you, and you and I will never be separated from each other.
(Atypical time travel article, super short, I wrote it to heal myself. The first chapter and the outline were inexplicably suppressed in a math cram school. The description of the wound about timidity seems a bit heavy-handed, but it is actually okay, just read it as you see fit. Reading the article is all about fate, and happiness is the most important. I hope everyone eats and drinks well.)
Intention: Goodbye, goodbye