Everything in the future, everything in the world, will gradually no longer be what I am familiar with. Morality and people's hearts will conflict with the good ideas of the old world that I have inherited. All living beings believe in what is true and what is false. Why does it exist, the meaning of existence... I will eventually anchor my existence with attachment, and I will judge nothingness...
(Hello fellow bookworms, I am writing a novel for the first time, mainly because I want to continue the draft of a novel I wrote in college. At that time, I had some conjectures about life. Now many years have passed and various things in society have happened. I plan to continue writing this novel to express my longing for a better life and the spirit of not giving up easily!)
