Going through reincarnations, the world is full of different things.
All entities in this world are covered with layers of thick masks.
The people and things under the mask have no contrast between ugliness and beauty, no texture of truth and reality, and all existence seems ethereal and lonely.
After passing through the first days of my life, I thought that my memory and my soul would slowly dissipate here - until there is no return.
However, what makes me even more unbearable is the lines they carved on my palms - coquettish and rugged. My birth was destined to be like this.
Those memories that I couldn't see clearly were restored bit by bit, which caused me great pain.
I want to go away, I want to give up, but I can't do anything.
Right, wrong, cause and effect, I am not sad, just sad.
Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?
If time doesn't decay - maybe everything is just a ruin in reverse.
-----Memories and love are with you.