You left me and I found you again.
Is it fate or destiny?
A process without results, and a result without process, is this what we should go for?
Why do we always choose back and forth on the edge of fate?
The old man smoked all night before he figured it out.
He told me,
Because you are my butterfly calamity.
Why?
Why!
Why…
Intention: to use one's own strength to overcome the fate of love.