The bond between people can never be summarized in a few words.
Before fate reveals its clear handwriting, we always think that those brushes are just an ordinary day.
It wasn't until much later that I realized that the appearance of some people was like a piece of paper floating out of thin air.
There are no words on it, but it changes the direction of all the stories.
Change often occurs based on an indescribable intuition, an unfinished action, or a blurred vision.
Those unexpressed heartbeats, apologies, resonances and regrets all need a light carrier to transport them.
From one person's heart to another person's heart.
The process itself is the story.
When all the blank pieces of paper finally meet in the wind, we may see that the most subtle part of destiny is originally written in the gaps that have never been written down.
Intention: From one heart to another, flowing through countless unsent notes