Does fate really exist in this world? If there really is fate, what is fate?
What is destiny?
She asked the men who passed by her again and again, but every time, she smiled faintly, turned around, and was noncommittal.
No destiny, yes, no destiny. If not, why could she never catch it? Why can't you grasp the so-called destiny?
In this way, a life of wandering, without beginning or end.