Life is like a long river, which flows along the way, either calmly or without wind, or with rough waves, and finally flows into the sea and then into the river. I thought it was the end, but then I discovered that it is a node in the plane. The long river has no other shore and will not stop.
Everything can be repeated, but it will never be the river you are looking for.
Everything can be broken, but the end of the brokenness is still the world that wants to be broken.
I thought I had walked on the wrong bridge, and tried my best to return to the world where I should exist, but I found that on the other side of the bridge was the past, a glimpse, and a different plane.
I kept breaking the boundaries of the plane in the tributaries, and woke up in the main stream. I moved forward cautiously in the main stream, but I had to pretend to be fearless.
——A story network composed of many short stories, stories of "I" and "I" traveling through different time and space.
——The writing style and story connection need to be improved, please use it with caution.
Purpose: Love life