The Spring Breeze Will Not Check Someone

We don't know where we are in life, and we don't know where we are going. We are wanderers, wanderers, or wandering souls in the world. Live or die. The wandering soul in the world, the starry sky flickers without light, the constant faith rotates silently, the moon waxes and wanes, the stars move around, not knowing the way back or the position of the stars. There is no place for me in heaven, and I have no soul in the world. The one who gave birth to me was kind to me, and I don't know how to repay the kindness that begat me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.