Sometimes, what you think is not what you think, and what you see is not the whole truth. Your eyes, your ears, and your heart may seem to be yours, but in fact they are not all yours. You think everything is due to fate, but you don't know that I am taking every step. When everything is under my control, the only chance is you. I planned everything, but I didn't expect that you waved the strongest oil paint and painted into my heart stroke by stroke. It is a canvas that can never be wiped clean.