It turns out that living is so painful. Death turns out to be so beautiful. When I look at the world, I only see grayish white, without the bright brilliance it once had. I wanted to cry and shout, but no one would save me. My heart is dead. Thank you for letting me remember that there was once someone who loved me, saved me, chased me, and walked with me so many ways. Thank you for letting me know that there was someone who accompanied me. Thank you for letting me know that there are still people in this world who remember me.