Nightmare of Reincarnation

I wake up again and again, and go back to the summer when the cicadas are chirping. The sun was shining brightly in the yard, my parents were cooking, and my younger siblings were playing - everything was exactly the same as in my memory. Only I know that every reincarnation is a repeat of the doomsday. This time, I was six years old. The third sister had just learned to speak fully. She pulled the corner of my clothes and whispered: "Brother, your eyes are red again." What I didn't know was that after waking up this time, everything would really be different. Some secrets are hidden in the most ordinary smiles of family members. Some truths require seven deaths to see clearly. And this last childhood, I will never wake up again.