[Only those who sleep eternally in the land will never wake, truly departed.]
[Returning home, you, who has always been expressionless, look at the room with no one to light a lamp, at your father's clothes, even at the bowl used for meals every day, and the cabbage he had stored in the cellar for the New Year.]
[For some reason, you couldn't hold back and cried uncontrollably.]
[It was at this moment you truly understood, your father is really dead!]
[Time passes slowly.]
[Without your father, you become incredibly lonely.]
[Although you didn't communicate much with him before, as long as he was there, everything was actually alright.]
[And now, he's gone. No one will turn on a lamp or warm up a meal for you before you come home.]
[You feel like you've become a child utterly abandoned by the world, turned into a tiny dust in the vast heavens and earth.]
[You couldn't help but gain a new insight, realizing that once parents pass away, life becomes a journey of return.]
