Carrying the memories of the past life, walking the path of this life, but making the same choice, is this luck or misfortune?
I'm just an ordinary person, the kind who doesn't stand out in a crowd, but I always want a different life, so I live a tired, confused and struggling life.
Early spring in the north is always full of cold atmosphere. The sun melts the snow on the road, but inadvertently found that there are still traces of blackened snow in the dark corners. It is a persistent struggle!
I have lived in such an environment for more than 20 years, and I am so used to it that I feel a chill in my bones. When I think of my rebellion and determination, I smile at myself.