Everyone's life has already been written.
It's not the kind of draft that's written on paper and can be corrected,
Rather, it is an indelible inscription carved on some hard texture.
Just like the brick carvings on an ancient city wall, erosion by wind and rain will only make the marks deeper and will never disappear.
He imagined the "writer" who controls everything
——Perhaps he is an indifferent god,
Maybe it's just the cold laws of the universe itself
——With a kind of overlooking attitude, he is watching all the creatures in the world walking, meeting, parting and dying on the established track.
Human life,
How to go?
Who do you meet?
What to say,
What kind of love and hate arises,
Where will it end up?
Nothing can escape the control of fate.
Concept: Some people's destinies go round and round, but in the end they are still entangled.