A fatal plane crash seems to have fixed the end of my life in 2023. However, when I opened my eyes again, what was ringing in my ears was not the loud noise of the crash, but the noise about the Lakers game outside the dormitory window. The date on the calendar was clearly May 15, 2003.
Kobe Bryant is struggling for his fourth championship, Ng Mang-tat's movie posters are plastered on street corners, and Coco Lee's singing is filling the radio. The old friends and time I had lost forever were now within my reach. After being overjoyed, I saw my name on the list of victims in a news bulletin saying "Flight crashed, no survivors".
I can't tell whether this is a gift from God or a dream before death. But I vowed that this time, I would never let them repeat the regrets they had - whether it was their father's injury or the tragedy destined for their best friend Ajie. However, when I tried to use future knowledge to change the score of a basketball game, I was horrified to find that the gears of history had deviated from the original track... And in the dark, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at my bug that "shouldn't exist".
Intention: Live again, cherish the people and things in front of you, cherish life