Two life trajectories frozen by the regrets of midsummer in different eras are like parallel lines that will never intersect, extending in their respective frozen time and space. Fate cruelly dragged them to a meeting point - what burst out from the collision at that moment was not the spark that illuminated the way forward, but the foehn wind that ignited the embers of each other's lives. After a brief period of heat, only clearer and deeper scars remained, as well as an irreversible ending of falling into the abyss together.
Concept: The "intersection point" of parallel lines is destined to be wrong