I believe in you, not fate. But you believe in fate, not me.
Maybe he's asking for trouble. I am the only one struggling.
And you? Look at me with such contempt?
After all, I still can't trust you anymore.
It's a sin, it's fate. It depends on fate.
There is this passage in "Ask the Buddha":
I asked the Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world?
Buddha said: This is a whirling world, whirling is a regret, and there is no regret. No matter how much happiness is given to you, you will not experience happiness.
In a story, there will be regrets and happiness.