If we equate everything to one day, then there are still some creatures of Sisitaia on the road to the morning light;
They don't know how long it is and there is no room for it. They can only run forward with all their strength;
After a while, they either paid attention to, ignored, or stopped at the scenery on the roadside;
After another moment, someone asked: Can I reach the finish line?
He said: Please do not forget who you are and where you are.
Using fate as a bargaining chip Even if there is a chance to change your fate against the odds, who can guarantee that the chessboard will be intact?
Ps: Everything is the author's personal setting and should not be substituted for reality.
Intention: If the chessboard is already determined, all I can do is throw the chess pieces further.