Spiritual Realm Lost in the Sky

Sitting alone under the starry sky in the city, looking at the black night sky that is about to swallow up the bright moonlight, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me tightly, but I don't know if they are passers-by in life; or if they are forgotten. I often think back to the familiar faces that are gradually passing away around me, and I don't know whether I should be happy or sad.