What is death? It is the end, it is the eternal farewell, it is irreversible, it is the hand that can no longer be held, the temperature that can no longer be felt, and the "I miss you" that no one can hear anymore.
I bury my face in your colorful photos,
Tears are like broken beads.
How long has it been since I saw your smile?
You float like a dandelion,
He never came back.
——Mu Shaofeng