Flowers bloom and bloom, and twins are destined to meet. I don't know if this is a blessing or a misfortune. There are some stories where you foresee the ending or want to escape fate. We are brave enough to gamble on a losing outcome. I am destined to fall in love with someone who is flamboyant, but in the end, the person we end up with must be a stable person. I don't choose, because I hear fate whispering softly in my ears: This is destined to be a wrong fate.