I am a typical fatalist. I know that I am unwilling to be ordinary and live in the ordinary. I live the free life I want, stable but without any new ideas. However, the restlessness in my bones is always present. I just live with a low eyebrow before the time comes, for you and for them.
Your appearance is fate. What does it bring? Living an extraordinary life, but always feeling lonely, do you bring me pain or happiness? Perhaps, love is a disguised rally in destiny. There is no winner or lose, only the concentrated competition between you and me.