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Everyone will always meet someone who belongs to them or does not belong to them. On the road of life, it is like a moving train. The various people you meet are the scenery on the roadside. You always have to reach your destination, and the scenery will always stay in the long river of your life, and will slowly fade away and then disappear. If you and I meet to witness a greater displacement, then I am willing to spend my life to remember that in this displacement, we parted ways and enjoyed each other's lives. However, in a few years, you and I met again, separated by a tombstone. . .