Demon Lord 3

After the child's last birthday, he lay down on the bed and said he was tired and wanted to rest early. The mother knew that the child was no longer alive, but she didn't say anything. She just sang the lullaby she often sang to the child when he was a child, and let the child slowly fall asleep. Perhaps this is the greatness of a mother. Perhaps the child will never understand why he is always unlucky. But we feel very uncomfortable in our hearts. We know we are wrong, but we have to take this path. Those who should leave will eventually leave. We can no longer have any nostalgia. We can only silently pray that the child can be reincarnated safely, and then we will meet him in the next world. But when I thought of this, I suddenly had an idea. If you stand in the perspective of that woman, this child will never exist again. This child will slowly fade out of that woman's sight. That woman may have her own life in the future, but how can she let go of the child so easily? In the future, that woman should get married and have new children of her own. But is it really over like this? I silently spoke up for that woman. In fact, I would rather live out her life in her place. In this way, I could at least bear some of the pain for that woman, reduce her pain, and let her live out her last few decades in this world without being affected by the previous pain and be herself. But I don't have that ability. What is my ability? My ability may just be to do what I should do in this world, nothing more. We don't have any ability to help others. Our so-called saviors are just to satisfy our own selfish desires. Our so-called saviors are just to silently do what they should do in this world. We have no hope of turning things around, and we have no hope of becoming the most powerful person in the world. Maybe all that is a luxury. Maybe we are just ordinary people, just squeezed to earn a title, just chosen by this world. In fact, we are even more helpless. We are the most helpless in this world, perhaps even more helpless than those ordinary people. They are at most running around for money and food, but we have to bear all the infamy and all the hope. , carrying the hopes of the entire family, and even the entire world, to save the world. The broken appearance of this world is clearly visible to us, while the beautiful appearance of this world is displayed to the public. Perhaps everything we see is the worst. Perhaps what we want to change is not the result, but the process, the people's hearts, and everything except the result. But everyone only sees the result, not the process, not the people's hearts, and nothing except the result. A huge voice has always appeared in my mind, telling me to keep moving forward and not to look back, but I can't help but look back, because that voice is always behind me. I don't know who is standing behind me, I don't know who is controlling us. Maybe there is a huge eye above our heads looking at us, but we can't see anything, we can't observe the location of that eye, and we can't turn all this into what we want, but what we can do now is to hold on to the things we can grasp tightly in our hands. Perhaps our relatives and friends are still with us. This is the best result. This is also the best time we have experienced so far, but how long can these things last? We don't know, but all of this will exist in our hearts. When we separate this huge diary in the future, we will be able to see the diary we wrote back then. When these friends and relatives are around us, we hold the most precious things in the world. When our relatives and friends are not around us, we will slowly grasp these things in our hands and then forget them again. Of course, after forgetting, everything will disappear. After forgetting, none of this will exist anymore, but we will eventually forget. Forgetting may be the end, but when are we not running towards the end? Our lives are running towards the end every minute and every second. When we run towards the end, we are still shouting endlessly. Perhaps this is our last chance to survive. Perhaps when we shout here, we will find liberation and salvation.