Who is God? He is the director,
No, he is more of an audience, and he only watches the drama directed by himself...
Others asked him, don't you think this is too cruel? He said no, this is a fair transaction. I gave them the right to come into this world, and they should exchange things with me. There were scenes of dramas going on in front of me, the unbridled noise, the sad lamentation. He was still smiling there, but I couldn't listen to it anymore...
The noisy and sad sounds kept reverberating in my ears, reminding me of the world that had long been washed away by the years...
It's still the drama that is performed every day, it's still the ever-changing world, it's still that unreachable distance, I seem to have touched the play button of that memory again, this memory has never been interrupted during the playback, what I want to interrupt is just the missing of you, how long the years are, how long the years are, when the time goes back to the past, can everything be the same...