Not sure if love is about destiny, but it's about timming.
I'm always late for classes, most of the time my rice burns and i don't like to walk fast.
Being late is one of my charms, but i always get to the destination.
One of these days it will rain, i'll be forced to run. Instead of passing though each other, will collide.
So brace youself, for winter is coming.
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