What can we say about fate and fate?
Eight thousand years old, withered and prosperous overnight, I asked the sky why I need this life?
We first met each other, but I don't know when the work will start. I remember the flower and lowered my head.
It's just because I feel that you look back on me that it makes me think about your days and evenings.
Even if I reincarnate for nine lifetimes, I will definitely find you in that dimly lit place.
