I was picked up by my father on a snowy day two years ago. According to him, I was the only survivor after the Japanese massacred the village. He rescued me when he passed by the village. By the way, his name was Lou Du, a tailor who traveled around. My name was Loujuan after him.
When I woke up, I thought, it's probably God's will. My heart is tired and people have become so undisciplined. It doesn't matter who I am, where I come from, where I'm going, or what I want to do... Just let it go, let it go, and spend my life in such a calm and indifferent way. That seems pretty good.
My Buddha is compassionate, I have put down my butcher knife, I don't seek to become a Buddha, I only seek to be a human being.
But in life, I have never been able to escape the predetermined fate, especially the predetermined tragic fate. Therefore, I am destined not to be a human being, but to be a ghost.
A lonely ghost.