You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

 Hearing this news suddenly was very sad.

We never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

My WeChat Moments is flooded with posts about you. I'm

silently praying for you, hoping you're doing well in heaven.

I've watched that video repeatedly, and I still can't believe it's you.

We've known each other for seven or eight years, though we met on Tieba ( a Chinese online forum).

You've always been a very reliable friend.

In our memories, you've always been a good person.

In everyone's hearts, you've always been a wonderful young man—

warm-hearted, kind, optimistic, and humorous .

You always did your best to help friends in need, and

you always participated in volunteer activities on Tieba.

But in the blink of an eye, it's all become the past that can never be returned to.

Everything is gone, leaving only memories.


X, may you rest in peace

. Whenever I encounter these things, I always feel a pang of sadness

, lamenting the fragility of life and the impermanence of the world.

May we all cherish the people who

have always been by our side. It's so good to have you all;

companionship is the longest confession of love. Thank you for always being there.

We should all cherish this, shouldn't we?

Because we never know

which gathering will be the last memory.

Since we can embrace, let's not let go easily.


Life is short; living is happiness.

I hope we can all live well and

strive to be happy in this not-so-easy life.

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