The encounter between the two was an accident or a long-planned reunion...
The seventeen-year-old boy is like a gust of evening wind blowing through the hills and fields, blowing the dust of the world. The dust has not yet settled, so how do you know it is a foregone conclusion? "I like you. This is something I decided twelve years ago. Regardless of whether you accept me or not..." "I like you too. It was a foregone conclusion twelve years ago."
The stars fall into the dust, and the falling flowers look like they are falling.
Purpose: I hope every reader who reads this book will be happy every day