That early autumn, if we had not met, where would our destiny be.
In the middle of that summer, if we had not fallen in love, what fate would have arranged for you and me.
That severe winter, if we had not missed it, our destiny would have been controlled by us.
But in the end, there are not so many ifs, and fate finally moves towards its trajectory.
But when everything can come back, can we seize that fleeting opportunity to fight against fate?