She wakes up again and again,
Falling into a strange life.
Different identities, different destinies,
But there is always a recurrence of the familiar loneliness and helplessness.
She strives to become "the person she should be",
In the silent native family, complex friendship,
In the complicated workplace and the struggle of guardianship,
Tears fell and my heart broke into pieces.
The only rules of the system are:
When she decided not to be a victim anymore—
Only mechanical sound can penetrate this silent world,
Calmly announce: "The copy is complete."
At that moment, she got a warm fragment,
Like a lost memory,
scattered throughout her life.
She picked up the broken pieces bit by bit,
But I don't know where the end point is.
Perhaps, the end point is another journey that has not been preset;
Concept: Life is like multiple copies. Every choice and awakening is a dialogue with destiny. Only by breaking away from the role of victim and bravely facing the inner pain and confusion can we piece together a complete self and move toward true growth and awakening. The meaning of life does not lie in passive acceptance, but in actively choosing to wake up and reshape your own future.
