Life is too lonely, I am really lonely.
Many years later, the old man was alone in the vast sea, and his family was no longer there. It disappeared in a moment.
Even though the old man searched without breath again and again, tried his best to search every day, tried his best to think of his wife and the crying eyes of his child, but he could no longer find them. They were all submerged by the sea, and they had all been disappeared into the sea.
I couldn't find them, but the old man still missed them very much; the old man missed them very much, but he couldn't find them either. Even if you look for them, you can't find them, but the old man still misses them very much; no matter how much the old man misses them, he can't find them.
Many people are already dead, leaving the old man and the empty room, full of memories, overwhelming and breathless. Breathless, even if I die immediately, only these memories will accompany the remaining years.
Take me too, the memories are too heavy to breathe.
Memories engulfed me, engulfed my life.
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