But there is one thing. Even if I lose my memory, I will not lose my natural attributes, which are the attributes closest to those of the ancients. Human history is so long, with alternations of death and rebirth. In addition to inheriting the appearance characteristics of the previous generation, each of us has the most primitive wildness in our hearts. Perhaps we can trace our ancestors back to someone who was famous in history, and how proud they are! Regardless of the gangsters or the emperors of the ages, at least future generations will still remember that most of them were drowned.
The world is material, and when one part dies, something new will reorganize and emerge, and the cycle will continue. We cannot deny that during this reorganization process, various factors are missing, added, or just right, making some things almost difficult to reproduce. Of course, things with similar appearances will appear during this reorganization process. It all depends on many subtle variables. Who can control her?
Nature created all this, and I may be her random work, so entangled.