When I was approaching middle age, I found that life seemed to be playing a joke on me. Life was like a puddle of stagnant water, weighing me down and making me breathless. I once thought that I could continue to persist in the days when I was not plump, but her reappearance completely disrupted the days that were originally full of undercurrents. I didn't know whether to take a step forward or a step back. During several wanderings, people around me began to leave one after another. Only then did I realize that people living will eventually enter death. Death is the final outcome for everyone. On the road to death, people who still cannot see the essence of life and are struggling will enter a dead end of fate.
