After a period of time in this world, you look at each other, and this look consumes a lifetime.
This person gave you his life, his death, and also influenced your life.
There was once such a man in your life: for half your life you were a rival to him, for half your life you hated him, and for half your life you missed him.
Missing him is not because I love him, it is just a feeling explained by habit, a feeling that cannot be ended even by death.
He exchanged the first half of his life for the second half of your life.
He loses miserably and you win miserably.
The difference between a disastrous defeat and a disastrous victory is actually only a short distance away.
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