After my death, I became a minor official in the underworld, mainly responsible for registering those wandering souls who did not want to be reincarnated and wander in the underworld.
Most of the reasons why wandering souls are unwilling to reincarnate are to wait for the widow. If they wait, they can be reincarnated together and get a happy ending. If they can't wait, they will be thrown into the Wangchuan River to lose their souls and disappear forever. Some people arrived soon, while others merged into the Wangchuan River without leaving any trace.
During my lifetime, I was carefree, never experienced great sorrow or great joy, nor was I obsessed with love, hate or obsession. But after death, I am used to seeing love, hate, resentment and separation...
In the end, I didn't know what I was afraid of? What love is there in death?