Later.

I graduated smoothly as a postgraduate.

Work, exercise, buy a house and a car.

I have accomplished everything I dreamed of in my past life.

Every day is a rebirth for me.

It is all precious, earned with my life.

Everyone who hears my story would say I am lucky, that I have good fortune, able to escape death.

But I just smile.

Actually, I am not lucky at all, otherwise how could I have died once.

Yet my luck is strangely good.

Otherwise, how could I have the opportunity to start over in this life?