"The night will flash before us, the light will go out, love will fade away, wishes will disappear. Death will destroy everything we have built. Is this what people are like, like foam in the sea, sometimes floating on the water, sometimes blown away by the breeze and disappearing, as if they never existed."
When I wrote that current article, I promised a reader named Sisi that I would not be cheated. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a trap. Because I really don't write well, it's a dark history of practicing writing.
Now, let's add another ending. In fact, you can put aside the original one and read it casually as a short story. It is a bit scattered and I think you will feel confused after reading it, so you might as well not read it.
Conception: