The storyteller is good at cutting it appropriately and can put it in and out with ease. Even a plate of stir-fried vegetables can still be added with wine. What was originally an ordinary plot must be shrouded in soft light, told in a soft tone, and eloquently told.
So, this is how I describe the beginning of the story. In a kind of Iwai Shunji movie mode.
If life were only like the first time we met.
The first meeting does not constitute any story template or possible foreshadowing, but it seems to have a premonition of fate because of what will happen in the future.
Life is not a novel, there are too many divisions and combinations, and too little eternity.
So those only beloved stories are so touching.