My love is dead,
Die in a spring when all things revive,
I looked at his sleeping face,
It felt so unreal for the first time,
How could he die? How could he die?
I reached out my hand tremblingly and touched his face,
It's cold. It turns out that when a person dies, his skin becomes lifeless.
I gently leaned down and rubbed the side of his face,
For the last time, say you love me.
Intention: We can only comfort ourselves and save ourselves