He walked slowly past me, and seemed to be infected with this sad emotion in a trance. I actually looked at his slightly desolate back and asked, "If I die, will you come to see me?"
I stared intently at his stubborn back. Under the moonlight, his long back glowed with silver.
He asked me without looking back, "Are we friends?"
I shook my head uncertainly.
He turned back slightly and asked again, "Are we lovers?"
I shook my head again.
Then he turned back and said, "We are even less likely to be relatives, so why did we come to see you?"
Hearing his answer, I actually felt uncomfortable and lonely in my heart, but more importantly, it was a kind of sadness that even I couldn't figure out.
I feel bad because this is not the answer I want to hear.
I feel lonely because I suddenly discovered that people have come and gone from ancient times to the present, but I... Am only one person after all...
What about my sadness? …
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