Fate, if it is placed on the body of anyone around me, I can believe it unreservedly, well, fate is really wonderful. However, I would not believe that fate would find me.

It's not because of my negativity, it's just that I'm very open and don't believe it. It's like trying a dish, it's just what it looks like, let's be honest.

Whether the world is big or small, there is always a story of fate that we will know or not.

Or have achieved one unlucky thing after another, although it has not been precipitated and washed by time, but I still want to say that I hope I will not know bad luck in this life.

Fate is a butterfly, you chase it and run, you tease it is disdainful, you pick up the guy and are indignant, it turns around and doesn't even say hello to you, and goes away, as for whether to come back, I know?

Since I don't believe it will stay on my shoulders, where do I chase or seek? That's how it found me on its own.

He told me that there was a kind of fate between us, and I never told him, that the word fate was too light for me, just a gentle sigh was to fly away, it was too heavy, and I couldn't lift it anyway.

Quietly this is the case, I don't know when the butterfly has landed on the tip of the hair, I don't know, by chance, but I saw it dancing in front of me, it suddenly dawned: it turns out that this is fate.

The red rope is holding each other, the traction will be a person or a thing, going around and around to find the other end of the rope, is ecstatic, if so, the rope is interrupted halfway, the rope magic is to find a knot by itself, whether it is suitable, the rope knows, and finally both people will know.

There are too many unknown games about fate, the loser, the loser is the years, the winner, the happiness of a lifetime won, which is more important, there is no comparison at all.

Among them, there are luck, helplessness, and pain, and what is gained is almost inversely proportional to what is lost. Of course not, at this time, there must be a kind of resilience that becomes more and more courageous, and it is not excluded that taking the wrong path will even evolve into willfulness.

It's not a child who is in love, right and wrong should always be clear, in this way, for your happiness is resilience, if so, you have fallen into the whirlpool of love, reversing black and white, you are willful.