When I woke up in the morning, I found that the world was strange yet familiar. Every day seemed to be the same but slightly different. There are more residents in the building, and everyone is living a cyclical life, happy and sad, laughing and cursing, each performing his or her own daily drama. But I don't know why I jumped out of this cycle, hiding in the dark, quietly peeping at the world.
Intention: Repeatedly, it is your own fault, gratitude and resentment, endless reincarnation.