Is fate in one's own hands, or in some invisible hand?
One day, his right hand broke away from his body and began to wander alone
It fights with birds in the sky, and it fights with rats in the ground
It crossed cold glaciers, it crossed fast traffic
It may have lost a lot of memories after leaving the body
But it remembers the dream of an astronaut as a child, so it sees the starry sky amid the whirling headlights
It still remembers that dream of her youth, so when it meets again, it builds an arctic igloo with sugar cubes
One is not to forget the original intention
One is to repay that voice, the distant voice warmed him on the verge of collapse, the distant voice stopped the downpour of his world
So, it builds an igloo for her, even if the world is cold and shaking, the igloo has the warmth and stability she needs
Maybe fate is hard to escape
The moment he struggled to catch the doom fly, his hands began to wander, and the abominable fly slipped away from his fingers
Maybe fate can escape
The moment he indulged himself up the tower, he disappeared from his hand and the vision of his fate
Maybe he went to the igloo in the North Pole, maybe he went to the distant starry sky
Destiny is never constant, and destiny is not only in your own hands
still at my feet
C'est la vie!
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