[What is called death is merely the cessation of those previous days repeating endlessly.]
[Death has never been a constant term.]
[It's like someone brushing past you, perhaps that one chance encounter is your last meeting in this life.]
[You think, maybe true death is disappearing forever in the hearts of those who truly care about you.]
[The spring passes and autumn comes, time cycles on.]
[Another long winter, your father suddenly fell seriously ill, and his condition rapidly declined. In just a few days, he aged decades, his hair turned grey, his body became emaciated, and his eyes sunk.]
[A sense of death pervaded his being.]
[That day, you knelt at his bedside.]
[You've seen so many people at the brink of death, you know, your father was about to depart this world completely.]
[At that moment, you who thought you had already seen through life and death, sobbed uncontrollably, cried till you were unrecognizable.]
