A person walking on the street, a long shadow helpless and lonely, countless grass and mud horses galloping through in my heart, but there are also whispered "Amitabha Buddha", praying that the wheel of destiny can be reversed quickly, so that I can turn the crisis into peace and miracles.
But the prayers again and again were not expected surprises, but cold fright, and doom always devoured what little strength and spirit I had in a black hole, until I completely gave up resistance.
In the endless night, I have given up countless times, but I was always awakened by the family members around me, but I made the last bit of strength or forcibly stood up, and prayed to all the gods with great humility, hoping to let me go, give me a stable road, the filial piety of all my children, the love of husband and wife, the responsibility of parents, and the righteousness of friends, but the truth is cold and cruel, these seem to me are extremely luxurious, difficult to ascend to heaven.
Running through Fang knows the long way, climbing through the mountain, not giving up, having the courage, moving forward, even if there is only one second left in life, you must also compete for the fate.