To My Dear You

Today another friend came to comfort me and advised me to express my condolences. I don't know how to grieve. Until now, I still have an unreal feeling, are you really dead? Could this just be a dream I had? Will I wake up one day and see you lying next to me? Reason tells me that you are indeed dead. I saw your body being pushed into the cremator with my own eyes, collected your ashes with my own hands, and even selected your photos one by one. You are dead, my lover is dead, and Pei Yingjie no longer exists in this world. I told myself this over and over again. But I just can't quite believe the fact that you're dead. There is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, I always feel that you will appear in front of me again one day. Demining: BE, the first person of the male protagonist, epistolary style. PS: The entire text has been overhauled, and I am only responsible for the final version. Purpose: Cherish life, only when you are alive can you see hope