If what comes from nothingness returns to nothingness...

My existence... humans... why is it...

My existence... humans... why is it...

...that we are born, live, and then die?

...that we are born, live, and then die?

I don't understand.

No matter how much I think, I find no answer.

On the contrary, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I will be captured by the darkness.

I am afraid to die.

I am afraid to die.

I am even afraid...

...of the thought of forgetting my fear of death and dying.

Even so...

Even so...