The previous life was like the scar on my finger that I didn't know where it came from yesterday. Even I didn't know where it came from. I only saw some slight pain when I was doing laundry at night: It turned out that my hand was injured. It healed the next day, leaving only a small and shallow mark. You can't even see it if you don't care. After three or two days, you won't even see that small mark. Life is standing at our feet. It is we who choose life, and life makes us ^^^^^^