Life is like a chess game, everyone is just a pawn in the game. We are at the mercy of others and there is no escape.
Love, hate, anger and ignorance, life and death are all changes, but the person who holds the child turns his hand into clouds and overturns his hand into rain.
However, there is no unchanging chess player in this world. Things are unpredictable. Those who still hold chess pieces today will become chess pieces in the hands of others in the future.
Even if someone can hold the chess pieces of the previous life, they never know that in the process of tossing and turning, they are actually already entangled in the chess game and cannot extricate themselves.
I thought it was a lifelong waiting
But unexpectedly, a moment was already a lifetime of miss
Fireworks bloom in March, filling the world with beauty
Those past events like falling flowers are also scattered to the end of the world
This life is gone, it's just the next life, who will carry it?