Dwarf Priest

The wind of time blows away the lingering traces in the hands, as if time has taken away youth and memory, obliterating the deceased or the life that is still alive. . With a wave of the hand, things change and people change. Life is like being drunk. What you enjoy is the process, and what you are left with is the tiredness after the enjoyment. . In the dreamlike nothingness, happiness and pain, what is the purpose of human existence? It seems that life is full of trivial matters. When we cut off the thorns one by one, we have already soaked up our youth and cried in the bumpy and uneasy journey of walking through the joys and sorrows. . . It's not because I'm sad, but because I don't know who I should be sad for, life and years like grass! I just want to write some words that can move people. No matter what they are, this is my original insistence! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.