I once thought that I could look at the characters who wrote history rationally, and saw those people who lived in history through time gaps again and again as a journey. I did a good job at the beginning, but when I met them, the encounter with them was both the beginning and the end. I stood at the beginning of our acquaintance and looked at each other's endings. The reason in my heart kept swinging. Fate entangled us together and did not allow anyone to escape. Unfortunately, it was too late when I saw clearly.
Intention: How should we cope with the passage of time?