"You look unhappy. Is there something sad about you?"
"No, I just thought that I would have to go through a farewell soon."
He watched his lamp sleep in his dream, struggling in pain, falling from the air, and finally struggling to burn and extinguished on the snow-capped mountains of pilgrimage.
But who can blame this? It was clear that both of them had the deepest love and pushed each other into the abyss of their greatest fears.
Intention: I will write after I finish measuring three kilometers alive