At last, such a cruel yet beautiful word.
In the moments before a feast disperses, toasts are made; before a battle begins, blessings and requests are given; before students graduate, heartfelt words are exchanged... Why do all these things have to be done at the very last moment?
Because after the feast disperses, friends who lifted their cups in toasts will scatter to the ends of the earth, promising to gather again despite never finding the time.
Because once the battle begins, comrades-in-arms offering blessings for fortune and entrusting final wishes may not survive until the end. Those who live can only carry the deceased's blessings and requests.
Because after students graduate, those peers they have spent years with, and classmates they have secretly loved, might just become strangers in social circles, with only a polite smile exchanged upon meeting again.
