Life is a dream, white clouds and gray dogs.
Whether grand or ordinary, magnificent or obscure, the end of life is the end of life.
When you are dying and dying, you will think of the time you spent laughing with your friends; the days you chatted with your loved ones; the throbbing feeling of rubbing your hair against your lover. Even though, these memories will eventually be obliterated by the passage of time...
However, there is always a kind of bond in this world. No matter how many years have passed, the stars have changed and the rivers have gone down, it still lasts and spreads.
This bond is called——
love.