At the last moment of my life,
Such an awakening and enlightenment.
This is the helplessness of repeating the same fate.
That all-too-familiar epiphany told me—
I may never have been myself,
Or maybe I keep repeating the obsession in my heart,
Who am I deceiving with the price of my life?
When you find yourself living in this world,
You will understand,
You have bid farewell to your past life,
As if you have become the you in this life,
You have your destiny in this life,
And destiny cannot be rewritten.
They all say,
The encounters between people are all kinds of ethics accumulated in previous lives.
Then,
Can you take one less sip of Meng Po soup?
Remind me a little bit of your outline in the past life?