C568 Passerby

We all felt that way, that everyone was a parallel line and that there were very few opportunities to meet.

We will always think of ways to cherish it, but some things, will still, without mercy from the fingertip slipped away.

We even feel pity, we even want to salvage something. But passersby were passersby, parallel lines were parallel lines. Occasionally, they would cross the wrong path