Revisiting Old Stories About Your Magnificence

Collection of short stories "I always regret late at night, but that's just bullying my former self. The scenery outside the window is beautiful, but if there is an iron fence, nothing can be seen. Just like the bottom of the deep sea and the deep valley of the cliff. " "The autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and grow into big trees next year. The maple leaves turn red in late autumn, and the blue clouds are gone." "I say goodbye to the streets of Tokyo, and I dare not go to Vancouver in this life. Old things are brought up again and disappear. " "The fog disperses and people pass away, and the wind passes through life. Maybe we sleep together, maybe we die, maybe we are separated." "The Mayans predicted that in the millennium the soul would perish" Intention: None