Life is like snowflakes falling all over the sky. How romantic and pure it is, but it cannot compete with the warmth of the palm of your hand. It has a helpless and gorgeous beginning, but it is destined to have a tragic ending. Love does not have a unique definition, but it has a unique ending.
Why are the two most beloved men in my life not in heaven or in hell?
I am a sinner, and I ruined you and everything.
If there is an afterlife, I choose to leave. In the next life, we will never meet again.