If there really is an afterlife, will you love me?
These were the last words Zhou Ming said to me.
What's the point of asking questions about the afterlife now? It's just empty words.
Why give people hope when something is uncertain?
Shen Ming, when will you understand this truth?
What I am to you and who you are to me are, after all, very different.
I only hope that the future will not be seen.