The reason why I am a mortal is because I have no hope of becoming a 'god', because I don't know what accidents are inevitable, and I can't get along with people who are miles apart from me like acquaintances.
I am a mortal, and my hands cannot even hold the same knife as theirs. For a long time, I could only repel the enemies from a distance, hiding in my room and ignoring the true faces of others behind their masks.
This is a real world, a world where the weak eat the strong. As a mortal, I rely on myself to stand in this world and face harm. No one can really help me.
Although it is not as brilliant as the cherry blossoms, it is still beautiful. No one is ordinary, no one's life is not a story, accidents will always happen, accidents will always appear, all I can do is face, resist or compromise...
Although it is not arbitrary, I have experienced pain and happiness, so that's fine.
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