We were born on a small planet. From the moment we were born, we have been walking, working hard, and sprouting. Then, the flowers bloomed, ushering in our most splendid life at the most beautiful moment, holding hands with our lover, entering the palace of marriage, having children and growing old; then, the flowers withered, and we left without taking anything with us. No, it cannot be taken away. The little life has ended, and a new life is about to be born. The world is constantly turning, and we are constantly going from birth to death. We are a small group. . . . . .
The world is constantly spinning, and many people and things seem to have happened before. Are they memories of past lives, or reincarnations in this life?
Do you believe we have reincarnation?
"My name is Xiaoxiao, brother. Do you believe in reincarnation?"