Wandering of Rebirth

Life is like a maze, in which countless people go around and around, never knowing where they will stand next or what is waiting for them. Countless people were wandering around the maze, and he stood alone outside the maze, watching with cold eyes. (I thought I could remember you. I thought I could keep it with you. I said I would bury it when I grow old. It's a pity that you are gone. I have gone crazy.  …