He looked at me, his old face instantly glowing, and I didn't know if he really saw me.
"Tiroya, is that you?!"
He once chased untouchable happiness like a moth to a flame, and he was also blinded by delusion and raised the butcher knife. I was cautious in the first half of my life, and wandering in the second half of my life. At the last moment, he greeted death so actively. Perhaps, only eternal darkness can give him the most comfortable rest, just like the sweet sleep that makes people sink.
It's just me, still here. It's raining, it's foggy, there's the dim light on the roadside, and Mrs. Iva's gentle smile.
It is neither born nor destroyed, and cannot reincarnate.
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