Thousands of reincarnations,
There is no way to escape the shackles of fate.
Rebirth essay
I thought it was a dead end.
No matter what, fate is sentimental.
When I came back again, I thought I could reverse the purple wood compass,
But history has its icy track,
How small people are.
Fortunately, you and I are fine.
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