When he woke up, he was captured and cooked, and suffered the pain of scraping the oil pan with a knife. Fortunately, he was saved. In a blink of an eye, he could understand the joy, anger, worry, love and hatred of the world bit by bit. Life has always been a road that one walks alone, coming in a hurry, leaving in a blur, not knowing the way back, running and running with the sadness of eternal reincarnation. All kinds of encounters, going round and round... How can we end?