Incomplete Deconstruction

"If you die, you won't be able to see the sunset! What a pity~" Zuo Yilin sighed softly while lying on the railing on the roof of the building. The long-haired girl beside him watched the sunset on the horizon dimming little by little, just as his life, which was about to come to an end, slowly sank to the bottom of the valley. The girl smiled and said, "But nothing in the world is immortal." Zuo Yilin turned to look at her silhouette in the afterglow and asked, "Do you think people will be reborn after death?" "No." The girl couldn't help but laugh: "After death, the body will rot to the bone, and the soul will die. And you will be forgotten forever." "Is this death?" Zuo Yilin sighed quietly: "Then I want to die in a meaningful way, okay?" The girl just turned her head to look at him, then turned back: "How can it be meaningful?" "Let everyone remember me forever!" Zuo Yilin showed a long-lost smile, half a red sun reflected in his apricot pupils. He took out a thick stack of drawings from his backpack and handed it to the girl. The girl's heart moved slightly, she turned her head and stared into Zuo Yilin's eyes: "Okay! What's its name?" "Incomplete construction." Zuo Yilin responded with a smile: "I prefer things with imperfections, just like my incomplete life, because you and I are both deconstructionists."