Faced with death, do you want to die before your lover, or after him?

Of course I want to die before him, because I really love my husband, and if he dies in front of me one day, maybe I won't be able to accept it. I remember reading a scientific study that recorded that the mortality rate of the elderly was the largest number of deaths not long after the death of their spouses. In other words, these old people ended their lives because of their loneliness and longing after their wives left.

Yes, there are really few people who can grow old, especially with the soaring divorce rate now, and a few of them are original couples. But for lovers who can go to the end of their lives together, their hearts have long been connected.

Maybe I'm overthinking, maybe I'm idle all day long, sometimes I suddenly think about what I should do if my husband leaves me like that one day? Moving to live with your mother's family? Who's going to take me in, the one who lost her husband?

Then I would cry silently, and of course I was sentimental. I know that my husband also loves me very much, he is a man, naturally he will not put the word love on his lips all day long like a woman, his love is reflected in action, I will cook for me when I am hungry, I am sad and ask for leave to accompany me to go out for a walk, he is willing to spend money on what I want to buy. When such a good husband disappears in my life one day, what should I do, I burst into tears when I said it.

Of course, if I die in front of him, he may also be sad, I hope that we will all die of old age together, slowly through the long years of life, on that sunny morning, our two wrinkled faces are warmed by the sun, so that we will never feel cold again, fall asleep together, and hold the stairway to heaven together.

I want to die after my lover because I want to send my lover on his last ride.

Since we can't come into this world together, let me send you away first, and then I'll come back to you.

In fact, I think that the most feared thing between lovers is that you will leave me first, and leave this world before me, so I am very afraid that I may live shorter than my lover in the future, because it seems that according to the medical report, the life expectancy of men is shorter than that of women, so I am afraid that I will go before my lover in the future, so I have guarded her for a lifetime, and how should he live in this time next

I hope that I can accompany him through the last period, although at that time we may have been so old that our teeth have fallen out, so old that our hair has long been gray, and we have crawled all over our bodies in old age, but we are still together, I remember that some time ago, one of my old ladies died, and at that time I still remember that the old man of the two old ladies for the New Year still rode a little donkey and brought his wife to my house as a guest.

It was the old man who died, and the old lady fainted directly when she heard the bad news of the old man, and when the old lady woke up, the old lady had been secretly wiping her tears, and outside the door was the sound of mourning, and the cold corpse of the old man was placed in the house, and everyone comforted the old lady not to be sad, not to think too much. In fact, the old lady also knows that when people get old, they will eventually go, but you will go more than me, leaving me alone in this world to bear loneliness and loneliness, so I am thinking that I will not let my other half alone in this world in the future.

Oh, death...

I'm such a selfish person, it's really hard to choose.

Forget it, let's die before him.

Sanmao wrote after Jose left: "Heaven, you don't speak, for me, the greatest mystery between heaven and earth is Jose, and you, without saying anything, took it back, only let me look up at the clear sky with tears in my eyes." Jose's death was an unspeakable pain in Sanmao's heart, and Qiong Yao even forced Sanmao to make an oath not to seek death easily, but Sanmao finally did not keep his promise.

Sanmao loves Jose so much, but she is still glad that Jose left one step ahead of her, because she doesn't know how to survive if she leaves Jose alone in this world, she loves Jose, and she wants this lonely bitter fruit to taste alone.

So, I don't want to be such a great person.

Although I'm embarrassed to leave him alone in the world, I miss me every day (maybe I'm self-inflicted...).But there's no way, I'm a very temperamental person, I thought I could change a little when I grew up, but now I look like I'm in my 20s, and I'm still like that, and I guess nothing has changed when I'm old. If I were left alone, I would cry and grab the ground, and it would be too sad to not think about tea and dinner all day.

I'm cowardly, so I'm sure I can't bear that much sadness, after all, he's still a man, and a man's heart is always stronger than a woman's.

It's better to leave him, even if he finds another person, I'm very happy, anyway, we can't be together, I don't know anything when I'm dead, someone is supporting him, and I'm relieved.

But it's been so many years, and I haven't met that person yet, maybe he doesn't exist at all, or there is no one in this world who can make me love so deeply. If not, then it's just right, and I don't have to bother others, and I can end up quiet.

Of course I want to die before him, and watching him suddenly disappear in front of me is a lifelong pain.

I think before him, and it must be.

Before him? Love him so I don't want to have the pain of losing him.

Nobody loves me, and it's so sad for me to ask.

Qingming Festival is coming, are you okay with my dead love?

Whenever I walk alone on a cold street, I always think of you. Thinking of your smiles, your tears, and the song that broke my heart.

Pear blossoms, your favorite, will bloom again in the near future.

You can see it. I'll still be watching the pear blossoms with you in the yard of that uncle's house, and I'll still hum the song that broke my heart and burst into tears.

My love, can you hear me? You'll be able to hear it!

I cried out in pain in the wilderness, my faint heartbeat, my heartache cry, you can hear it.

My love, we are all lonely people but afraid of being alone. I know it's going to be lonely for you to walk that long way on your own. I'm the same, every time I want to use alcohol to anesthetize myself, but I always get more awake and sadder.

This longing for life and death pains me deeply.

The road there is long and cold. But I can no longer hold you to shield you from the storm.

In the days without you, I always stood in the heavy rain thinking about the way you smiled at me, always unconsciously wet my eyes, always trembling uncontrollably, and always waking up from my dreams by shouting your name again and again.

It's been two years, and the pear blossoms have bloomed and thanked, thanked and bloomed. Even our quarrel has become an unforgettable memory for me.

My love, how many times have I wanted to leave it all and go to you on that cold bridge. How many times have I wandered and wished I could meet you again in a strange city.

But I can't.

This lonely day has made me more and more cowardly.

My love, are you tired? If you get tired of walking, I will wait for you under that pear tree when the pear blossoms are in full bloom. Let you rest on my shoulder for a while. I'll hum the song I wrote for you and burst into tears, but I won't let you see it.

The pear blossoms are scattered.

Heartbreak wakes up from a dream.

Did you hear that? My faint heartbeat grew more and more tired in the cold night.

Do you know? My cold tears broke my heart in this psychedelic night.

How are you, my love?

My dead love, how are you?

Did you see that? My melancholy eyes turned pale in this painful world.

Did you hear that? My hoarse cry became weak in my dreams again and again.

How are you, my love?

My dead love, how are you?

The wind blew away your body, why did you leave me here to weep!

When the pear blossoms bloom again in spring, I didn't know that you had reached **.

You let me wait here for your news, why can't I see your footprints?

Then let me burn to ashes here, and then look for the traces you left behind!

How are you, my love?

My dead love, how are you?