In a life different from ordinary people, as a special existence, in this huge world, the meeting of two people is a kind of happiness.
In such a small proportion, in the vast sea of people, you and I meet.
No matter how it ends, there is a process after all.
Having experienced it is better than anything else.
It's like homonym and tilo. Youthful ignorance and indifference, what they have in common is loneliness. In the insignificance, even if they don't say anything, there is a kind of bondage and pull in each other's eyes.
Such a relationship does not exist in an instant, let alone in eternity.
You and I were enchanted when we met.
But what is truly psychedelic is not only others, but also oneself.