The most painful thing to miss is not that he is not around when you need him.
But she knew that he was also anxiously missing him;
The most tragic parting is not the distant separation between life and death.
But they live together, but must send each other to sleep forever,
The boundary between life and death has never been the rhythm of the heart.
Some are dead, but he lives on in the memories of many more;
Some people are alive, but she has no sense of existence compared to death.
She missed him and wished he wouldn't miss her - that would make the pain half less;
They were all alive, and she could bury her life in his hands - this would at least spare her the grief.
When attachment has melted deeply into the bone marrow,
Forgetting becomes a kind of love,
Sending death turns into a touch of tenderness.
If emotions and years could be gently torn into pieces and thrown into the sea, then she would be willing to remain silent at the bottom of the sea from now on...
She liked to hear his words, but she didn't understand them.
He wanted to see her silence, but he didn't understand it.
She left without leaving a trace. Even if he wanted to remember her again, it was in vain. .