In the first life, sitting alone, the setting sun was slightly cold and frosty, and the clouds followed the wild geese.
In the second life, I still remember to chat and laugh drunkenly with you, so why not be wild?
In the third life, I want to get drunk for a while, but my lovesickness has turned into ashes
I really want to ask weakly, what on earth am I here to do?
God said: Make soy sauce
I wanted to ask weakly, could I change the role?
God said again: No, I am not the author
........ What does the author do?
Author? The author is someone whom no one of you can offend~
I traveled through a thousand years and was just a sidekick?
What they owe me should be paid back in a day.
God said: Whatever you owe in this life will be the calamity of the next life.
It's just that who accepts who's calamity, and who becomes who's obsession?