Three Lives Strange Stories

I don't know how much time a person's memory can carry I don't know how many roads a person needs to go through in this life to be considered complete. I don't know what my life has become The Buddha said that one flower is one world. From the first day I began to doubt this world, I fell into an endless abyss. No matter how I struggled or escaped, it seemed that the road had grown under my feet and I could not escape, leave, or hide. Many times after dreaming back at midnight, I have asked myself countless times, if I had the chance to choose, would I have a different life? Maybe, or maybe not, what I believe in has collapsed, and I have become the loneliest person in the world. What I see and think is not humane, and no one will believe it. Maybe if I really tell it, I will only end up with a mental illness, but all this is my real experience. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.