The girl received a mysterious record.
This record is the girl's life, paused or rewinded by fast-forwarding by flicking the stylus.
The girl who had just discovered the secret was excited and casually flicked it. Girl, it should be said that the woman is already in a big house with a few clean windows, and she is already pregnant.
With another stroke, the baby is already born. "Wow wow—" The baby's cry made the girl a little overwhelmed, so let's fast forward!
Accidentally dialed back, the girl became a child. No way! Gotta try again.
The girl had become a grandmother, and she was in poor health and had been in a wheelchair. How does this work, come again!
Older... The record also aged, and the grandmother moved step by step toward the record with the support bracket, and the clumsy bracket and the knocking of the old ground caused the record box to vibrate.
Suddenly, the singing pin jumped to the end —
The old man was gone, the girl was gone, there was only a lone urn.
In just two minutes, the girl hurriedly completed her life with a single.
Maybe her original intention was to find a more wonderful process to experience, maybe she just wanted to see the future, but unfortunately life is only a single, never loop.
Too late to reminisce, too late to experience.
<h1>As the lyrics say, "Life is already too hurried..."</h1>
Maybe by fast-forwarding,
Avoided a lot and missed out on more. Life is impermanent, there is joy in impermanence, there is sorrow, there is pain, there is joy, there is hate, there is love, there is enjoyment, there is reverence, there is betrayal, there is worship, there is reunion, there is separation... This is the taste of the world.