I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
Unless they die in the same year, same month and same day, they will have to wait seven days on the road to hell
Life is about coming back, death is about longing for love
We share a pillow and a mat with our hair, and we are friends in the underworld.
Till death do us part.
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