Looking Back on a Lifetime

Looking back at the past life is exchanged for the promise of this life, and the promise of this life is exchanged for dependence in the next life. The past is the past, no matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they will eventually fall into the soil and become dilapidated. There is no sunshine in my world. Even if there is a glimmer of light, it is just like a flash in the pan, fleeting. Without love, without family affection, I have nothing. The storm has arisen, and a prosperous life will turn into clouds when turned over, and rain when turned over. One step leads to death, one step leads to separation.