The theory of fate is turning quietly, and no one can tell whether our meeting is inevitable or accidental.
Like floating clouds, wherever your heart goes, so does your body.
Fate, everything is fate.
But you once said that you create your own destiny, and God will not judge our outcome.
I obeyed.
But, dear, we are too naive. How can we, when we are young, see through the world of mortals?
It doesn't matter, as long as I know that we once loved each other, I will be content.
If there is a next life, will you cherish it...
Our love is like a floating cloud.