Maybe life is a lonely journey. One person comes and the last person leaves, with no one accompanying or following.
If I say that there will always be someone in this world who is willing to live for you and die with you, would you believe it?
After going through this journey of life and death, I suddenly realized that life is so fragile. How much love, how much love, how much love, will I risk everything and leave myself behind, even if it is my shallow breathing that follows the beating of my heart, even if it is the opening and closing of my eyelids every second, even if it is everything I have.