They firmly believed in each other that it was an instant burst of passion that made them meet
This is indeed beautiful, but change is even more beautiful
They have never met, so they are sure they have nothing to do with each other.
But the words coming from the streets, stairs, and lobbies...
They may have passed each other a million times...
I want to ask him if he remembers the moment when we faced each other at the revolving door
Or muttered "I'm sorry" in the crowd
Or the "wrong number" said on the other end of the phone
But I already knew the answer
Yes, they don't remember
They will be surprised. It turns out that fate has been teasing them for many years.
The time is not yet ripe, it becomes their destiny
Fate brings them closer
Separation blocks their way
Hold back the laughter and step aside
There are signs and signals out there even if they can't be read yet
Maybe three years ago or just last Tuesday
Is there a certain leaf fluttering between shoulders?
Did you drop something and pick it up again?
Who knows, maybe the ball that disappeared into the bushes of childhood?
There are also doorknobs and doorbells that have been touched and covered in layers.
Suitcases placed side by side after inspection
One night, maybe the same dream became blurry in the morning.
Every beginning is just a continuation after all
And a book full of plots
Always start from the halfway point...
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