I wondered, is this something that happens to everyone after they die? Keep going back to yesterday. But no matter how you think about it, you can't understand that such an impossible thing is the norm.

But if it's just me, it's very strange, if there really is a god yin in the world, why choose me?

If it is to punish me, there are many people in the world who have sinned more than me. If there is any mission you want me to accomplish, it is even more ridiculous, I have done nothing all my life, at best, I can only do nothing for a long time.

And, now that I keep going back to the previous day, all of it is in vain, and it only makes me more empty.

However, it was not without good news, I had hopes that I had never had, and I began to look forward to reuniting with my wife, who will be born again soon.

She had been my only hope, and her departure took away my only smile. It would be nice to see her and live with her again, I thought to myself.

The morning sun shining on the withered flowers does not make one sad, because it will soon be fresh again.

It's nice to watch my grandson play, alone, with toys, but I always feel like there's something missing.

Ay! I don't know what the dog is doing now. But I quickly picked myself up, and at least it was alive, much better than it had been in the past.

I shouldn't have to ask for too much. And it's good that I can't see it, and no one else is upset because of it, and I feel more comfortable bearing it alone than seeing other people sad.

What was once a day passed quickly, and it passed imperceptibly in aimless wandering and observation. But now that there is a goal to wait for his wife, everything is suddenly long again.

I have nothing to do every day, and I have to wait for the goal, and every day seems to be tormenting, so I want to find something to do, but I can't do much work at my age, and even if I do, the next day it will be back to the same.

So I started thinking about what I could do. But everything will go backwards the next day, and it's not easy to find something to do.

So I thought desperately, what is there that hasn't changed even if I go backwards? So I finally got an answer - myself.

If I had to say it, even myself, every day my body would return to the way it was the way it was a day ago. But the inside has not changed, should it be said that it is the soul?

In short, every time I wake up, I am still myself, my memories are there, and my thoughts are there, but only this, what can I do?

I didn't come up with one thing until finally – read a book. If it's a book, it's mine

The "soul" is watching, and it will not disappear even on a cloudy day. But that begs the question, how do I get the books I want to read?

If I buy it, it's gone the next day, and I don't want to buy the same book for days on end. Then you have to go to the library.

Anyway, I didn't have much to do, so I came to the library immediately after I had an idea. But when I got to the door, I realized that the threshold was much higher than I thought.

If you think about it carefully, you can know that there is an old man like me who is dying of old age and still comes to the library to read, if it takes a long time for them to get used to it, it is fine, but every day they will regress, that is to say, they have to endure the surprised eyes of others every day.

But when I thought about it, I didn't have a way out, so I went straight to the library and walked into the library, all of them were young people.

Sure enough, my presence drew people back. Almost everyone who saw me would look up at me for a while, and some would even talk to others.

Luckily, however, this was the library, and no one spoke loudly, and the sense of surprise slowly dissipated with the quiet, and everyone continued to lower their heads and read.

I was also relieved to pick and choose in front of the bookshelf. I didn't read much of a doctor, and I didn't plan to read difficult books at first, so I chose a comic book with pictures that even an old man like me could understand.

It's called "At This Time", and it's a short comic that I can read in a while, but I read slowly and it took me a while.

It's about the male protagonist being lonely and having no friends.,So every day with a camera.,Put it on the side of the road.,Turn on the camera.,Standing in the crowd and staring at the camera expectantly.,When I go back to see at night.,No matter how you pause.,Which frame to capture.,The male owner standing in the road is different compared to the shadow walking beside him.,The male owner has gone through a lot of attempts.,In the end, he didn't report any expectations.,No longer have hope and expectations.,So I began to dangle in the crowd.,In the end, I magically found that the moving self and the people around me are no longer in harmony.。

After I read the last scene, it was a picture without words, the small paper was full of people, and it took me a long time to find the male protagonist in it.

A very exaggerated and absurd and dark story.,But it's very touching.,After reading it, I can't calm down for a long time.,It's like a stone in your heart.,Even began to think about the similarities between the male protagonist and himself.。

Actually, there's no difference between the first picture of the comic and the last one.,It's all a crowd.,It's all urban.,Except that the people in the crowd are naturally different.,It's the male protagonist who feels different.。

I flipped through the pages to find out why it felt different, but I couldn't get an accurate answer.

Maybe it's because the male protagonist has gone through so many things

The 'soul' is different from what it used to be ... Or maybe I've read this story

The "soul" is different from before.