I THANK DESTINY Do I remember meeting a fortuneteller or a prophet? The drift of my thoughts down the river floats with its bell. What is going back? What's rushing ahead? The stars first met me when I was neither born nor I was dead. I didn't find you before my birth or after my death. Neither a prophet nor a fortuneteller had ever foreseen that an albatross would fly you to me from your distant land. A thousand of stars roaming in the sky all got together to foretell. A hundred of nightingales are now together to let us hear their soprano's band. Did we know that one jeweler had already made our wedding rings before we met? I thank destiny for the albatross which brought you to my life's deck.