The plane was flying at an altitude of more than 9,000 meters, and wisps of clouds were passing by in front of my eyes, which kept getting cut and sorted out. It turns out that even being brought to such a high place is just to let the sorrow sublime again in another place.
We always like to say "if", but reality teaches us that when you say "if", it is often irreversible.
Sometimes it hurts when people pass by each other; but what if we know that we are by each other's side but only met each other? Sometimes what we miss is what we miss, even though we don't know why.
At least, it's better to have touched your fingertips than to have nothing at all.