Destiny is like grains of sand draining from your fingers, and every second feels like it's almost too late. He will gradually forget about her. Judging from her sly smile with squinted eyes, she loved to nestle in his arms with the bitter scent of herbs. She would pick out all the beans she didn't like and give them to him when eating. Some trivial tenderness and some playful vows were like the sunshine that brushed through his bright brows, slowly and irresistibly sliding towards the dark destination. He would forget her completely, simply and cruelly.