In the first life, we were separated by a distance called ambition, so we missed it
In the second life, we still miss each other despite the distance called rights.
The third life: Even if we finally hold hands tightly, the distance between us has always separated each other.
So I am willing to welcome this reunion of ashes and dust
(My pen practice short story. Whether it's smashing bricks or spitting, I hope everyone passing by will leave their footprints.)
Intention: