There are two roads in the world, one is the road to life, and the other is the road to hell.
The world is full of fireworks, hiding countless obsessions that cannot be let go;
In the gap between yin and yang, there are lonely souls trapped in the past.
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The living are trapped in trivial matters such as firewood and rice, while the dead are trapped in the past.
The ferryman on earth is never a god;
He is just a person who is willing to stop, listen to the souls of the dead, and send them on their last journey.
On this food delivery road that connects life and death, the lights flicker on and off.
All the souls that refuse to leave are waiting for relief and fulfillment.
(I have been obsessed with pendulums recently and want to write about the pendulum stories I have in mind. Thank you for your support!)
