Life is the norm, gathering and dispersing. Some people, able to meet is already on the sign. If we have a chance, we will accompany each other on a journey of time. If the fate is not enough, the back mountains and rivers are vast, we each have a ferry, each has its own boat. The floral fragrance is flashy, only the most beautiful in memory, and so are people. On the days when we never see each other again, we all cherish each other. Don't make memories longer than the process. Don't let the sorrow of parting replace the joy of encounter as a permanent regret. Don't look back, too, because the best scenery is always ahead.
