She was lying on the bed wrapped in silk and satin, looking out the window at the remaining snow that was about to melt through the small piece of glass. She thought that she, like the remaining snow, would not be able to keep it for a few days, and a sad smile suddenly bloomed on her face...
Perhaps only when you reach the end of your life, you will suddenly realize that the grievances and hatreds of this life, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are so clearly imprinted in your mind, lingering and unforgettable...
People spend their entire lives watching their own or others' fates go the way they want or don't want to. Now that I think about it one by one, it is indeed the case. From the time I can remember, I have watched fate make fun of me, and I have also watched fate make fun of others. Different people, different fates, different experiences...
But after all, we cannot escape birth, old age, illness, and death...
After all, there is no way to hide from the changing hands behind the world...
My only wish is to pray for an afterlife, to reconnect with the fate that has not been found in this life.