I have always thought that life is nothing more than this: birth, study, marriage, having children, old age and death. If there is any accident, the ending will be the same. He is not a special person, he is just a person who is full of longing for the light and lives in the darkness. The world is often like this. People are just compensation for interests. If they have benefits, they will get close to them, and if they don't, they will leave. No, that's enough. "Are you afraid of being alone?" In the dark night, he held an umbrella and held a bright light in his hand. "Are you afraid? Everything has passed, don't be afraid, I am here, always." He was as gentle as the breeze, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled gently. "I am the same to you. Between you and me, I am myself. You are flesh and I am spirit." Has it passed? Well, everything is in the past, breaking the horizon where the palms touch, what you hold in your hand is the red line in my palm.