I imagine you are sick, lying in a hospital bed. I want to come to you, to help you, even if just to lift your spirit. Suddenly sickness and death seems not so far away in the era of coronavirus. Death will make nothingness out of our love. I am not a Buddhist; I can't accept nothingness with brave resignation. You won't get sick. You will never die. You will live forever.
You and Me
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Haoyan Do 