If the shadow of impermanence will eventually tear apart the track of our embrace with cancerous thorns, I am willing to sacrifice my life to build a reflection of Noah's Ark in the cracks of existence. When the sickle of fate hangs on the altar of love, my breath will turn into the last elegy, completing the topological proof of eternal commitment in the pathos of molecular biology. Even though the web woven by cancer cells is about to crush the space-time continuum, I will still join you in the form of quantum entanglement, in the dimension of superstring vibration, for the ultimate embrace that transcends the law of entropy increase. This is not death in the biological sense, but the sublimation of existential pathos into an eternal glow like the Proust effect - deep in the folds of memory, our souls will eventually complete the elegant transcendence of the paradox of fate at the singularity of the Riemann surface.
Intention: The wind accompanies me during the long journey, and the stars on the far journey are my neighbors, making me feel at ease and forgetting about my return journey.