All things are born because of fate. An accidental encounter, and looking back at dusk, are destined to live each other's lives, just for the moment when their eyes meet.
Dependent origination is extinguished, and conditioned origination is empty.
Origin, I saw you in the crowd.
Destiny, I saw you in the crowd.
The collision of 'hearts'.
I want to use Buddhist language to explain a simple yet twists and turns youthful urban love.
The flowers are falling and the leaves are blooming.