That day, I walked all over the bluestone mountain paths, not to meet you, but to look back at the moment I passed by you;
In that month, I shook the dusty scrolls, not to seek the truth, but to look for the remnants of your breath on my fingertips;
That year, I stood proudly on the peak with flying snow, not for the sake of soaring, but just for the wisp of tenderness in your palm;
In that life, I walked around in the corridors of time, not for reincarnation, but for the gentle kiss that destined each other for this life.
There are always regrets in this world. Because of regrets, we are beautiful. Because of regrets, we cherish them.
Intention: A chance encounter, a sudden look back, the moment when each other's eyes meet, destined to be each other's life.