Xia Guang

Maybe one day, someone close to you will leave this world.

You cry so hard, you lose your temper at anyone you can see, but that person never comes back.

You know very well that there will be no trace of her in the air in the future.

But nothing can be done.

You are getting more and more crazy, dying or living.

When others point at you, you can't hear anything, you just try to wake up a soul that will never wake up.

Later, things became known to everyone.

You are crazy, you are dead.

I'm crazy too.