This is a story about destiny.
The so-called fate is an excuse for the weak. The strong struggle all their lives. Some succeed, some fail, some get everything they want, and some go through hardships but lose everything. But no matter how fate changes, after all, it is exciting and interesting to experience it.
A human life of just a few decades has no meaning compared to the hundreds of millions of years on earth.
But we exist because of ourselves.
In the long river of time, draw gorgeous flowers and bloom your own fireworks...
Even if it disappears, it's still beautiful, isn't it?
Intention: Some people are born rich, some are born low, but life is a long road, and the starting point does not mean the end. Destiny is in my hands, what can the world do to me?