At that moment I realized that fate is not the gravity of the apple falling to the ground, but the scavenger who knows how to distinguish between rotten fruit and waste fruit. He didn't throw me away, but carefully wrapped up the dried apple in my heart with warm cloth and brought it into his four seasons.
Perhaps from that day on, I, a rotten apple that should have been thrown into the trash can, finally became qualified to be savored again.
Concept: the daily life of two people