Maybe I just happened to meet you.
It's like an inexplicable beginning and an inexplicable end.
The pace of time is not big, it goes hour by day, day by day, but no one can catch up with it. It may look at you with a smile, or it may ignore you indifferently, or it may not see you.
Just like the little flowers on the field ridge, you may or may not see them.
Travelers' steps may be hurried or slow, but they always look at the scenery they pass by, because the purpose of travelers is to enjoy the scenery.
A person may appear as a passerby or as an important person. At the first moment of meeting, no one can predict what will happen in the future and what that person will be to you.
Concept: Perhaps because of ignorance of dreams, homeless people pursue fantasies