"It's probably because I walked a journey, expected a journey, looked back, and failed a journey.
He is nowhere to be seen, nor is he to be seen across the mountains and ridges.
But he is clearly in this world, and even more in my heart. "
This is an article that is neither imaginary nor time-travel nor rebirth. Cherish life and stay away from landmines, and try your best not to get into trouble.
The author is too lazy to name it because he is in the late stage of cancer. If someone reads it, he will be happy to update the article. The writing style is terrible.
That's it, long live the pit! In addition, heroes from all walks of life are welcome to criticize and correct me.