This article is posted to commemorate the cake of Mowumen.

At six o'clock in the morning, I received a call from my eldest brother Pang Pang, saying that the cake of Mowumen had gone, and it was also because of cancer many years ago, and asked me if I wanted to write something......

Before leaving, you didn't tell your friends and classmates, saying that you didn't want others to be uncomfortable.

Many of us friends have never met before, but we have been dating for nearly ten years. We have no way of knowing your news all these years, and the hippos often can't help but chatter,

It was by chance that a friend learned the news from your cousin, who was still reading at the beginning.

I sat for a long time, sad in my heart, and suddenly found that what should be sad is still sad, what should be faced still has to be faced, even if I choose to escape, after many years, it will suddenly shoot in front of me.

It reminds me of the cycle of fate I am in.

It always feels like this is the reincarnation I must face in this life.

I've been writing books for years, and I've always wondered if the world is changing too fast, or if I'm getting old.

If all of this can only make us obsessed with samsara, then what is our true destination?

Addicted, reincarnated, avoided, always looking for pastime to forget?

Until the end of your life?

Too high. Over the years, I have been careful not to say such high words, even if I borrow the mouth of the protagonist, I have become indifferent or choose to be silent.

Because the listener respects all contempt, the world is happy, why let yourself be so tired? Not to mention the cold disdain of the horizontal eyebrows - you are too pretending!

I often borrow the words of self-encouragement from the book to encourage myself - as long as I am alive for one day, I will remind myself that I must live so that I will not be disappointed in myself!

Cake, thank you for finally knowing your news, so that our gang can make up for the sadness that our friends deserve.

If there is heaven, I hope you can know our remembrance and no longer suffer and be tired.

If there is no heaven, I hope we will remember our memories, and even if we are tired, we will no longer choose to escape, but face them bravely...... (To be continued.) )