I will always remember what that man said.
"If the best story doesn't have the best ending, I will definitely rewrite the ending."
This is a very ordinary story - very ordinary indeed. This is the reason why it has been shelved in the corner of my memory. No one will understand what the theme of this story is compared to other stories in a long life.
The overwhelming white and black flooded the whole world, accompanied by a slight sense of sadness. The angle of view from shallow to deep can't stop the man's smile. It is indifferent and mysterious, and the depth is fascinating.
It is just a road leading to new life, but two lines that should not intersect.
If I had to describe it, I would rather sum it up with a poem——
Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.
There is nothing there, so where is the dust?
Conception: