If life could only be like the first meeting, what would make the autumn wind sigh over the painted fan? The hearts of old friends change so easily. Time rushes by; what has passed can never be reclaimed, and the future seems far out of reach. Even with all the reluctance to let go or yearning for more, we can only adapt to the changes that time brings. After searching through the crowds a thousand times, I suddenly look back, and there you are, in the dimly lit place. Our first meeting was stunning. If we meet again, the sea of past experiences might have already transformed into a different world. Once experienced, one comes to understand, but it is too late to change anything. Many things in life, even if missed by just a minute, may have been missed forever. All that remains is futile regret.