I am like two parallel lines that will never meet, but my eyes will never come together.

Is it faded, or deliberately forgotten, or instinctively escaped. I didn't want to face it, thinking that I could see it, and the ending was as silent as ever. Staggered eyes and tacit silence are like two parallel lines, moving in opposite directions. Deception, as always, no matter how many excuses just cover up your cowardice. Night ... came quietly!

Time, give me a lifetime, let me learn to let go slowly. Time makes us become strangers in an instant. It makes me understand that we are two different parallel lines, and it also makes me remember clearly that now we are only the most familiar strangers.

At first, I thought that she and I were on two parallel lines and would never meet. Now, I find that I was wrong. There is no second parallel line in this world, but her pace is too fast for me to catch up.

"I like the word h" Why? Because it connects two parallel lines that can never intersect.

I am still me, and you are still you, just like two parallel lines that never intersect.

We are like two parallel lines, which occasionally deviate from the intersection of trajectories and become more separated.

The angle between zero and one degree leads to the intersection of two parallel lines, and after the intersection, they are still their respective ends.

I think so, even if we are just two parallel lines that can never intersect, even if we are just brainless races on two planets, even if we just meet in the mirror, even if we have never been implicated in the red line of fate since birth.