Actually, the meaning of meeting has never been about the ending; it's just that some people leave to teach you growth. Someone said: "If I had known from the start that we would eventually drift apart, I might as well have never met." But the wonder of life lies precisely in those "unknown" collisions. Just like knowing that flowers will wither, we still get moved by their bloom; just like knowing that stories will have an ending, we still feel our hearts race with every page. The significance of meeting is never about writing a perfect ending, but in the intertwined moments of time, you made me understand the weight of being moved, and I made you feel the warmth of being understood; you left a brave mark on my life, and I planted gentle foreshadowing in your memory. Let that small part of me, changed by you, continue to accompany me. Actually, those late-night conversations and shared beautiful moments have never disappeared. The ending may not be as expected, but the encounter itself has long surpassed regret. Perhaps, meeting is simply fate.