In the depths of winter, he caught a glimpse of a gorgeous galaxy.
The young man understands what a thorny road of no return it is. After thousands of reincarnations, he finally realized from boredom that a world where everyone could be happy was impossible to exist from the beginning.
Perhaps the act of finding such an ending is itself a great tragedy.
The moment he met those eyes that were as vibrant as a forest, he wanted to ridicule and comfort him, but in the end all he blurted out was an unexplained urge.
He suddenly understood, because that was the frivolous Xinghe when he was young, and also the innocent boy on the other side of the galaxy. Maybe it doesn't matter what the ending is. What's important is that in those vast winters, the young man resolutely stepped into the majestic and turbulent river of destiny again and again.
At the beginning, the story has ended; at the end, the story has just begun.
Concept: This story has no new beginning because it has already ended.