There is always a reason for death.

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For some, death is a parting that comes all too suddenly, a moment of injustice that is ultimately hard to accept. There might have been dreams yet unfulfilled, words left unsaid, or someone they wanted to meet just one last time.

For some, death will be the saddest scene in life.

But for another, death might be the moment of quietly turning the last page of a long story.

Some become shining actors on a stage to write their own stories, and some create their own small meanings within an ordinary day. Some encounter the scene called love, and some pass through scenes of wounds and regret, thus completing the play of their respective lives.

And death is the presence that arrives at the end of all those stories.

Death does not judge anyone's life recklessly.

How happy they were, How much they achieved, How much pain they endured.

What matters to death is not what kind of life that person lived, but watching over the end so that the life can be completed as a single story until the very finish.

Therefore, death must be fair to everyone.

It cannot make one stay longer just because there was joy, nor can it take one earlier just because there was much sorrow.

Death is simply the being that quietly opens the final chapter, looks at every moment contained within, and then closes the book.

However, emotion is not permitted for death.

The moment it wavers in sorrow, The moment it pities someone, The moment a heart develops wanting to hold onto a being that must be sent away.

Because that one small emotion could prevent someone's end from being completed.

So death laid down its emotions.

Love, Regret, Longing, Pain.

With everything buried deep within the heart, it simply fulfills its assigned role.

But death knows.

That everyone it visits was a precious being to someone.

That they were a beloved family member to someone, A lifelong unforgettable friend to someone, And a person who was like the whole world to someone.

So death handles the final moment more carefully than anyone.

Even if it is the moment a person's life ends, It is because all the time that person lived does not disappear.

Death is not the being that ends our story.

It is simply the being that quietly closes the last page of a long journey,

And leaves every moment left behind by that person fully within memory.

For death is not the being that brings our end, But the being that closes the final chapter so that our story can be beautifully completed.

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