everybody dies alone.but you mean something to someoneif you help someone or love someoneif even a single people remembers youthen maybe you never really die at all什么时候能碰见一个root这样的姑娘啊死到临头也愿意和你调情、形而上那得多幸福
As far as I am concerned, the pain originates from the mismatch between the silence of God and human desire for unified understanding, purpose, and meaning. What is the answer to love, belief, and everything? Does my life signify anything? Why has God created me so eternally dissatisfied and confused? God, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?