The secret fetters of time and space, the tender perfection hidden in the identity of others. Time goes back and forth, thoughts are buried deep in the years, a coffee shop, waiting for an unannounced reunion.
Purpose: I always thought I was the only outsider in their world. It wasn't until you appeared that I realized that the real outsider was you. It felt like the opportunity was used in the wrong place. It's a pity that I couldn't meet you earlier. If I could do it all over again, I would still choose to meet you like this.