Why do we live in this world?
Everyone's life is different, some are profound, some are ethereal, some are brilliant, some are dull, and some are a combination of them all.
The girl lowered her body, put the last pile of books into the box, and looked back at the empty space. Inexplicably, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
She finally has to say goodbye to this world...
Without any attachment, even though the warmth of family may have stayed here, she has never regretted it.
If people's lives are destined, then what is the meaning of their existence?
If there is such a person, he is living a life that you never imagined.
Do you have any regrets?