One thought is prosperity, the other is grayness. One thought turns into joy, and everything is prosperous and beautiful; one thought turns into attachment, and every inch of it becomes ashes of lovesickness.
That encounter seemed like a trick of fate.
That period of staying together made the rest of my life gentle and melted away all the sorrows.
In my previous life, you were a god above the nine heavens, and I was a spirit that was born based on your luck.
In this life, you are the master of one party and I am a barbarian orphan.
Is your fate with me a blessing from the gods or a curse from the devil?
Intention: Fate may be determined by God, but destiny is controlled by oneself