From birth to death, from death to life, round after round, life seems to be endless and indeed it is endless.
When I was born, I clenched my hands tightly, and all the dirty things in the air around me were trying to get on my body, one by one. It was extremely disgusting, and each one was painful. The filthy air entered my whole body in a howl, and my brand-new, unused lungs were stretched to the point of tearing pain. From this moment on, filth occupied me, from the inside out. How can someone be born with a smile? Crying is the first difficulty in coming to this world.
Later I died, my vision was blurred and my whole body was soft. Why will I die? Because that broken body can no longer carry my soul. The feeling of peeling off is both pleasurable and painful. I heard someone crying again, and then there was a sharp pain, pain that came from the depths of my soul. The pain made me twist and try to get out quickly. I turned around and glared, and what I saw was my daughter crying and lying on top of me. Everything she touched was raw and painful. When I left, I only saw my son and daughter in the shadows, as if I had hallucinated them.
My name is Lin Zhen.