I have always thought that I am a person with extremely good fortune. As expected, not only did the fortune teller say so, but I was also surprised by my good fortune. Not only was he reincarnated into a good family, but he also luckily took the exam for the twin brother Six and won the top prize, which moved his father, who wanted to become a businessman, to tears. Even Brother Six, who was told by the doctor that he had only a few days to live, was so happy that he was so excited that he was cured of his illness.
Well, although the words above are a bit vulgar, it allowed me to express my feelings in my heart very successfully.
However, even though I am as smart as I am (self-proclaimed), I have forgotten such a simple truth: when the moon is full, it will be waning, and when the water is full, it will overflow. When there is extreme happiness, some sadness will arise.
Well, now I am standing on this cliff, reflecting on whether I am so lucky that I can't even see God, so that I end up like this. It was also like jumping off a cliff, but at least I could be considered as having contributed to Sixth Brother's glorious love, wasn't it? Why was it that the young man survived the catastrophe and was saved, but I died pitifully?