A Century-Old Promise

If we meet for the first time in life, it would be better to have never met. It's another Qingming Festival. Just like what is written in the poem, it always rains a little during the Qingming Festival. Pedestrians on the road come to Myanmar with grief for the dead. Their shiny leather shoes make a rustling sound when they step on the dead branches and leaves. Human life is divided into two stages; birth and death. The first death is the passing of the body, and the second death is the dissipation of the soul. The dissipation of your soul means that no one will remember you anymore, and you will disappear completely from the world, as if you have never been there. 'Sir, will we come again next year?' The housekeeper doesn't know why I come here every year to visit the tombstone. I said with trembling lips: "Come, come and see him, as long as I am still in this world." A few unnoticeable tears fell quietly from his turbid eyes. Xiao Mo, do you still remember me? I have never forgotten you over the years, and I dare not forget you. I am already this old, and I don't know how long I can live... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.