Dependent origin, in front.
The fate falls behind.
Fate slowly unfolds in the middle.
No one can tell when the fate arises and when the fate falls.
It's just that meeting each other is a matter of fate.
(I don't know how to write copy, and what I said seems to have nothing to do with the text. It's just a feeling or a sigh.
I have to go back to my old business, but there seems to be nothing to say. It is just a kind of entertainment, so just treat it as a fool's pleasure. )