Is fate really determined by the old moon twisting the red line?

Although this is a superstition, sometimes love is like this. Two strangers, two people from two cities and two people with different personalities walked together in a strange way. I can't say it's fate, but some things are also won by myself. If you like someone, but you don't say it, how can you be together? Although the tangled melon is not sweet, how do you know if you haven't tasted it? As long as what you like is not finished, go for it. If there is really no fate, love bravely once.