The first time I met you, downstairs of the Design School, you were rejecting a tall, handsome guy with blue eyes. I learned that you don't like foreign boys.
The second time I met you, you were finishing your final assignment in the library. Learn your name.
The third time I met you, on the way to the library, you suddenly stopped, turned around and asked me, "Have we met somewhere?" I laughed. Then we officially met.
The fourth time I met you was at the home a friend just bought. You, as his designer, and I, as his friend, had our first dinner together.
The fifth time I met you, at the door of the classroom, I asked you: "What should I do if I want to chase someone?" You replied: "Either let it simmer slowly, or take it down directly."
If the first encounter was by chance, then every subsequent encounter is planned and arranged by God.