When we live happily or sadly, we often fail to notice the people who pass through our lives and the many things we experience with them.
When I finally noticed, they had become passers-by in my life, and I had become a passer-by in their lives.
In this temporary journey, there is no telling who is accompanying whom.
Until someone said to me:
When you no longer love someone, it is wrong for him to cry, it is wrong to smile, it is wrong to live and breathe, and it is wrong to die.