In the years when you were not with me, the sky always showed a strange blue color, as if it was a side of sea water hanging upside down above my head, and the white clouds were your gentle smile. Time kept moving forward, and the memory was like a gossamer, taking and letting go. We met each other at the very beginning, but we were destined to go towards each other.
Susu, I think this is probably what the person who said this means by fate.
Conception: