We are born ordinary, never daring to imagine the ties between past lives and this one. But who can say for sure? Perhaps everything happening today truly comes from long ago, a fate arranged down to the smallest detail.
In this life, we live or die, while somewhere beyond our knowing, we cycle through our past lives. You don't understand me, and I don't understand you. Even those who don't want anything to do with one another are tangled up and tossed about by fate.
One day, beneath the brilliant sunlight, I never woke again. I heard only a sigh of relief after a brief moment of joy: the last flicker of life.
It's all a dream, a tribulation. I don't understand it. I only know that the sudden, inexplicable joy and sorrow people sometimes feel never comes from nowhere.
You understand. I understand.
