Death is sometimes not the end of everything.
Do you know where your happiness lies? When all hope seems to be gone, can you still remember the original beauty?
You can become strong, you can become powerful, you can do anything, but everything is no match for fate.
Hope does not exist anywhere in the outside world. Many times you just feel that you cannot hold on because things can get so bad, but in the end, you still hold on.
The lost past, the truth of death, then, what is the reason for existing here now?
I have unforgettable guilt and regret for those who have passed away. Please teach me how to get used to tomorrow without you...
One day, we can all find it, right?
So, please come to me, here i am
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