Whether you believe it or not, fate will arrange for all the people who are going to meet to meet, and then let them torture each other with each other's natural flaws, and then lick their wounds with lies of love. There is no good in this world without reason, only inexplicable bad. You and I are just deceiving ourselves and others in the name of love, lingering on, but who dares to say that we have never been in love. From an orphan to a genius musician to a murderer, who is the real you? Maybe it's neither.