You can see the beginning, but you can't guess the ending - life is like a March flower
Why meet? Meeting again, doesn't it mean that we will be separated again?
Past life, present life, next life? How many reincarnations are there between us? Are you tired of it? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will drink that slightly fishy and sweet bowl of Meng Po soup without hesitation?
And how would you know that in order to meet you again, I refused Meng Po Soup with the most painful pain in my previous life. Even if he knew there would be no result, he would resolutely throw himself into the fire like a moth. In a daze, I seemed to hear God's mocking voice.
This is my first time writing an article. My writing style is not very good, but I won't give up. I hope you all can support me!