White bones turn into hills and mountains, how could the common people be guilty?
I came from the human world and go to the human world.
People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people.
Walking alone between heaven and earth, when I look back, I can't see where I came from.
Every choice I make makes me who I am today.
But isn't life just about growing up through choices?
Purpose: fantasy and immortality