His encounter with him, his encounter with him.
Everything is destined.
Ten years ago, he was seven years old and he was ten years old.
Ten years later, he was seventeen and he was twenty.
Ten years ago, they were lying on the roof of the orphanage watching the stars.
Ten years later, they were admiring the starry sky that had never changed in their simple tile-roofed house.
He and he knew that the only dazzling light was the other person in front of him.
The only thing witnessing all this is the starlight that illuminates the earth at night.