A tree-lined avenue is mottled with light and shadow, and a group of happy people are walking. If I am a walking person, what are they? We are all passers-by, but sometimes, we switch roles ... waiting is the first age in our lives. Waiting for fate, waiting for a person, everything goes with fate. Waiting for fate is serious, too many things, too many people, meeting is a kind of fate. Waiting for a person, I believe that one day in the future, he will appear. "