Yes, you will die alone, and then they will cry over you a little and forget you just as you forget the idea of your death coming. Now here you are alone with all those thoughts in your mind. Multicolored ideas red And black And white, and every idea has a different sparkle. Alive in front of people and dead in front of yourself. The idea of death strikes your mind and your plan to escape from it still does not work. You have no choice but to sit in your room hoping that today will not be the day of your death. You have a lot to talk about and there is no one to talk to. Loneliness loved you, attracted you with its wings, placed you in its arms, and injected you with local anesthesia needles, so you became its slave, helpless and helpless. Loneliness loved you and then suddenly left you without any justification: emaciated and decaying on the ground beneath the ashes of the world, without body or mind, just a broken soul soaring in the sky like a bird with a broken wing swinging between tree branches, alone and hungry under the tree of life, wishing that a fruit would fall on you from the top of the sky to have mercy on you. The depths of death, just one bite will make you feel alive. You see nothing but ashes and hear nothing but the sound of graves being swept away and spirits rebelling.
Yes, we will die alone, alone with our dreams and imagination, and we will return to our origin, under our origin. Are you bored while you are like this? Did they go and leave you in the dark? How long have you been in this situation? Won't someone knock on your door? Wouldn't anyone dare take you from the darkness? Even the sun could not reach out in the dark, so what can people do? Your senses have begun to cool now, and your heart is still beating like a sundial built in the Roman era. Don't tell me you're bored and can't wait anymore? In any case, you were not alive in your life. Will the situation change now?