How much Adams loved me, I don't know.
All I know is that without him, I would have gone down that trail a long time ago.
The sea of suffering is boundless, and I can't count how many times I want to walk away. He is always gentle and retaining, and never tires.
Adams, I hate you.
Adams, I love you.
If this world is not the world after death, why is it so beautiful?
But he always told me that I was still alive.
I'm alive.
You said, no matter whether you die or not, as long as I know you are here, it will be fine.
Yes, it would be nice if you were here.
He said: "I won't leave."
So I tried to stay in this world for one more day.
Purpose: On the ruins of severe depression and pain, love rebuilds the meaning of "living".