when we are about to fly to the moon— the universe rapidly turned the night into day.

when we are about to sightseeing the seaside— the universe created a tremendous wave from the ocean.

when we are about to inhale the pure air— the universe gave us a chaotic windstorm.

you are like an asetaminofen and i am like your alcohol,

when we meet, we’ll explode and our place will be nothing but ashes.

i am curious what kind of discussion that the universe has made with the destiny?

are we fooled? or we aren’t fooled?