I learned everyone dies alone.But if you mean something to someone, if you helped someone, or loved someone, if even a single person remembers you, then maybe you never really die. Reese在屋顶的时候感觉是要哭了
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?