Everyone's life is a book written in advance. We have to read it through countless tears until the last page, called [destination], also called [end of journey], our story is just an insignificant chapter.
The words on the page cannot be altered, and all living beings keep walking along the prescribed lines. Some people rush to the flowers, and some are trapped in the cold night, thinking that struggling can tear apart the established thread. Little do they know that all the obsessions that rise up to resist have already been written in the lines in advance. Reincarnation is never a punishment imposed by God, but a cage woven by obsessions.
No chapter can last forever, and no two people can stay side by side forever. Thousands of stories in the world are piled up one after another, encounters are foreshadowing, and regrets are the main text. Only by letting go can we turn over the chapters and reach the final destination called destination.
Will the princess and prince in fairy tales be happy in the end?
Can Little Red Riding Hood really resist the Big Bad Wolf?
Will the little match girl really smile after she dies?
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We always take it for granted that the last page of the story is full of abundance, joy, and happiness that will remain unchanged for thousands of years, but... Is it really so?
