He never asks why, he just leads the soul on his way with peace of mind. But that day, looking at the separated hands of the woman and child, I actually felt a trace of obsession.
For thousands of years, we have been used to separation and death. I just regret that the world cannot be free from disputes, leaving him trapped in this endless boredom.
You see, now he is leaning in front of the coffin and sighing.
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