Whether it's a passing encounter or a wrong love, whether it's watching or betraying, being able to meet each other in the deepest mortal world, knowing each other and falling in love is a kind of happiness in itself, and it is always better than the emptiness and desolation that we have never had. Gathering and separation are all God's will, so why bother asking whether it is a calamity or fate? The highest state of love is when the wine is drunk and the flowers are half-opened. It is lost before it is obtained. Because it is out of reach, it is even more unforgettable and lingering. Who has walked through whose youth, leaving a smile; who has stayed in whose flower season, warming my thoughts; who has disappeared from whose rainy season, and shed tears. Who accepted whose calamity? Who becomes whose obsession? Who will burn the smoke away and scatter the ties of vertical and horizontal ties? Who is bound by whom? Who is whose fate?
Maybe it's the marriage in the previous life, maybe it's the fate in the next life, but it's a mistake to meet in this life.