In the vast sea of people, in millions of years, among millions of people, you meet someone.
So, what is meeting?
There was a chance that he could meet her just by turning around.
There was a chance that she could meet him as soon as she turned around.
As soon as you look up, the person you meet is you.
It was obvious that I met you, but then I didn't see you. I missed it.
Perhaps, this kind of thing will always be played repeatedly without limit in the vast and crowded theater of our lives.
Reincarnation is happening, between him and her, between you and me, between someone and someone.
They may never know how many times they have missed or how many people they have left behind. Fortunately, they didn't know it, so they didn't feel sad.
This is the cruel smile on the lips of fate, a carefully planned trick.
And fate is the dense and impenetrable lines in the palm of your hand, the next second of joy, sorrow, anger or infatuation that can never be predicted, the intersection of parallel lines and the endless alienation. Before meeting, you will never know what you have missed. After missing, you finally know what you have met.
So meeting is the happiest but most painful thing
Don't know what to gain or lose
Meeting you is just a simple thing
Just that heart, that love, in the air
Mixed with oxygen and integrated into bone and blood
Happily
after we met
Start as strangers, become friends
our encounter
Destined love in the future
Intention: