There are countless questions that don't need to be asked and don't need answers.
All the answers are so clear, and precisely because of the understanding, I feel more pain. I wish my life could disappear from now on, and my soul could fly to avoid such injury and pain.
Love, what a ridiculous word. I am desperate. I only hope that if there is an afterlife, I will no longer be desperate or love.
I can feel that my soul is withdrawing from my body, floating in mid-air. I look back and look at the face of this life for the last time. The pain and despair of this life are deeply engraved in the depths of my soul. If there is an afterlife, I will no longer love or despair.