Is fate reincarnated, or stretching forward? It's not clear, and it has nothing to do with me. I am just crushed sand, without any luster, and I can't win anyone's look back even if I leap with all my strength. But people live in the memories of others. When everyone ignores you, you will no longer exist. I can only be called stupid in the name of being stupid. I cannot be the green leaves, I can only be the dung under the flowers, reluctantly stumbling and accepting...
Alas, I can only open my eyes like this and dream of flying in the sky