If fate is really a ring, I walk from the left, you walk from the right, it is bound to intersect, and it is bound to miss.
It's painful to think about.
The first time I saw you was the last time you saw me, the last time I saw you was the first time you saw me.
Seeing is parting, seeing is losing.
The female protagonist looks so beautiful reading a book on the bus, and the male protagonist's appearance also reached its peak when she met her parents and painted the female protagonist.
But the two are destined to be like two parallel lines, going farther and farther.
If fate is really a ring, seeing each other is parting. It happens that the past you have experienced, and even the future, is destined, and you can't get out no matter how you go, it is too painful.
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