It is precisely because of missing that there is the joy of reunion after a long absence, the surprise of unexpected encounters, and the toasting celebration when relatives and friends get together.
Missing is a kind of happy sadness, a sweet melancholy, and a warm pain. Missing is the long precipitation of yesterday and yearning for a better future.
This is how the train is so close to us, yet so far away from us, there seems to be an expectation in the middle, a certain time that life is destined to need.