In fact, my destiny has already been arranged. In the chaotic world, I always keep my mind as calm as water. Only at the end of my life do I realize that I was born to die and died to survive.
Since I was supposed to be the king, why didn't I allow it? Since I was destined to die, why didn't I let it go? Why is it that in this vast and profound world, I am the only one to lose this important responsibility?
Where is life? Where is death? Or is it that life and death are inherently tied together?
I just exchanged one lifetime for a thousand years of happiness!