Every encounter is like paper crumpled by fate. There are unopened letters hidden in the folds of the past, the rain that will fall is wrapped in the folds of the present, and unfinished words are wrapped in the lines of the future. We reach out and touch each other across the latitude and longitude of time. What comes from our fingertips is not only the warmth of reunion, but also the pull written by fate.
Those seemingly accidental stops and unintentional glances are just closed loops set by fate in time and space. You walked towards me carrying your past, and I met you carrying my way forward. Our footsteps overlapped repeatedly in the long river of time, and each step stepped on the traces of each other's destiny. It was obviously the first time we met, but it always felt like it had been played out thousands of times in a forgotten time.
Purpose: Inspirational