What is fate? Who has given it its true definition? When I met you, I realized that it was fate. . .
In the past time, life had the tone of action, but never color. Until you appeared, that charming brilliance illuminated the already withered soul.
It was just an accidental brushing of shoulders, just an unintentional greeting, and there was a beautiful encounter. . . I just want to know each other, cherish each other and wait for each other.
I caressed my chest and felt the beating melody, and asked gently, if life is like this, can I hold hands and laugh at the prosperity, even if it's just a dream?