Original Novel

In the vast universe, we are just a speck of dust, coming and going lightly, so insignificant. Just for this life and the imprint of living, may I ask, why did you come to this world? Is it to get true love? Is it to gain true knowledge? To control the world? Is it for a longer and further life? Or will we live happily and vigorously this time? Etc? In the world of words, this is called "original intention"...