Late that night your message woke me up from my sleep, and you told me that you were feeling sad, your heart was in anxiety, and you couldn't help but lose sleep.

I ask you why? You told me that one of your classmates died during the day, and you said that you didn't say a few words to him, and that a good person passed away like that.

I don't remember exactly what we talked about after that, but it was mostly words of comfort and relief. But one question I remember very clearly is that you ask me, "If I disappear, will you remember me?" After all, we've known each other for a short time! My answer was, "Of course, because you will always be in my memory." At that time, I knew that such an answer would not stop your heart from grieving, just as discourse needs concrete evidence, and love needs concrete action.

But that's all I have to say. Today I want to tell you in all seriousness: each of us is like a star in the sky, twinkling in the sky brightly or darkly.

Among them, the bright ones with obvious characteristics are named and remembered. These named stars are like great men in human history, admired and remembered.

Other dim, marginal stars are as ordinary as you and me! But are the only stars in the night sky that deserve to exist?

The night sky is large enough to hold tens of thousands of stars, and the stars do not stop shining and shining because they are not named, remembered or not.

Nor can life stop flowing and moving because of the praise and negation of others. Why do I remember you?

Because even if one day you don't twinkle anymore, I can still point to the night sky and tell others, remember, in that place, there is a star that shines there, shines too brightly, and shines with your own life in the dark night sky, so that the night is no longer dark.

When the stars gather in the night sky, thousands of starlights blend like silk threads, thick across the cross, thin through the longitudinal penetration, this criss-cross weaving network of light makes the dark night as bright as day, the net is lonely and cold, the loneliness and sadness are encircled, the nothingness becomes knowable and sensible, the light dispels the cold, and the warmth fills the heart.

"Don't worry about the coming of old age, you must be beautiful when you are old", don't worry about the end of life, because you will always shine in my heart.

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