Although I keep saying "rebirth is too weak", God knows how much I want to have a second chance at life.
When I was crossing the army of thunderous thunder, I inserted a piece of athlete's foot. . .
After rebirth, everything is different. The initial confusion and joy have calmed down. Is life still as usual?
Damn, it's just ghosts as usual. I looked at the kid sleeping on the bed, and then I caught sight of the man who was walking toward me. I looked up at his chin, okay. . I am begging God to give me a second chance to travel. . .