I've been wondering.
Surrounded by walls an people. In the middle of fumes and noise.
A Cold breeze under Heavens grey.
Filthy streets and boken dreams. Distant feelings and rarity of air
Cities, the human rearing in a death-struggle against nature.
I'm someone who lives in such a city, crowded with people and fume.
It feels like air went rare, and i am lost alone.
It's cold and white, but i can't afford to stop right here.
I know that it's hard to wait on something
that you know might never happen,
but it's even harder to give up when you know
it's everything you want. Right?
When i watched the railroad station, the time slowly passed by.
sore ga start way.
People term opportnities that cannot be changed by will and effort as fate.
If lucky or unlucky was dicided by fate in this world.
Fate can be changed.
To be able to catch good chances one would fight for.
Or otherwise, instead of resisting against...
< Analogy of Fate >
Do you know about splitting images of people?
There are three people who look exactly the same
as yourself in this world.
Once you meet one of those people, you'll pass on.
It's a myth with no basis.
It's called one in three, to be exact.
A system to maintain the averange.
Whereby three people who look exactly the same share different destinies.
Once any two of them meet, they'll follow up.
The two of them will dissapear from the face of Earth due to an illness or anything.
And the third or the origin will absorb the fate of the other two.
Are you sure that you are the origin, and not a filler?