The prosperous and frightening dreams in this world have nothing to do with me. I just pass by tens of millions of people, have grievances and grievances with dozens of people, and are separated by interests and interests from dozens of people...
People say that being in the middle of the game is not as transparent as a bystander. But what do I look like in the eyes of the beholder? There are a few bystanders and a few me in the world.
Life is a passer-by, death is dust. Only the stories made by people are the most gripping