This is a clichéd story about past and present lives
(I think it is strong but it may not be obvious)
Please treat it as an imaginary view.
Concept: A person who has never really been exposed to the world thinks that the world is beautiful after tasting the tenderness of the world. However, reality hits him time and time again. He thought that he would not have the emotions of mortals, but after tasting the warmth and coldness of the world, this idea began to slowly change.