Concise version:
When life comes again,
Still the same shit,
Auntie, where are you going?
Dignified version:
I remember my past life,
But live in the moment;
Others abuse me,
I will torture his heart;
No matter where I am in that time and space, in the past or now, without the boy, how can I live?
This is the story of the rebirth of a 40-year-old aunt.
A work of practice,
The author is as lazy as the protagonist,
It's up to the officer...