I wrote a real-life story to commemorate the people and things I missed. A person will meet many people in his life. Some people teach you to grow, and some people teach you to be brave in the face of death. I really want to write a book, using clumsy language, to record the people who appear in my life, the stories between us, and their stories. I forgot where I read "A person has to die three times in his life. The first time, when your heartbeat stops and your breath disappears, you are biologically declared dead. The second time, when you are buried, people wear black clothes to attend your funeral. They declare that you no longer exist in this society, you disappear from the network of interpersonal relationships, and you quietly leave." Go. The third death is the last person in the world who remembers you, and then you will truly die. The whole universe will no longer be related to you. "So I really hope that some of the people I met may have left, but there will always be someone in the world who remembers you and you have not really died.
Intention: Go down with all the expectations and blessings around you