People often say that the suffering in the world, the storms and hardships of half a lifetime, are all torment. We hustle and bustle in the mortal world, tasting bitterness, experiencing setbacks, thinking that the hardest part is life's hardships, the difficult road ahead, or the regrets of unfulfilled desires. But only when facing farewell do we realize that all the suffering and trials in the world cannot compare to the moment of life and death separation.

In this life, we are all learning to endure. Enduring the heavy pressure of life, enduring the impermanence of worldly affairs, enduring the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Those restless nights, those unspoken grievances and sorrows, those stumbling steps forward—all have made us feel that life is hard. We thought that after weathering the storms and hardships, we could find peace, but little did we know that the heaviest blow in life is never life's difficulties, but the sudden, unavoidable final goodbye.

At the moment of separation, all words seem pale, and all strength collapses in an instant. The person who once accompanied us day and night can no longer walk beside us; the familiar smile can no longer be truly seen; those unspoken words and unfinished matters become eternal regrets. The warmth of the past still lingers in our hearts, the reminders in our ears still echo, but in a blink, it becomes a divide between yin and yang, with no return.

We always think that tomorrow will be long, that there is enough time to accompany and cherish, but we forget that life is impermanent, and farewells never wait. Those familiar companionships, those casual goodbyes, in the face of life and death, become the most luxurious thoughts. The suffering in the world can be endured with grit, but the pain of separation is a deep-seated longing, an unshakable melancholy, and in the years to come, countless nights of tears.

The departed leave with worldly attachments, leaving the living to mourn alone in the world. From then on, the world loses a bit of warmth, and the heart bears an additional scar. We gradually understand that all the suffering in the world is not even one ten-thousandth of losing a loved one. The hardships endured and the difficulties faced become insignificant in the face of this moment of separation.

The suffering in the world will eventually end, but the longing for separation stretches on forever. I only wish that the departed, in another world, can be free from suffering and rest peacefully; I wish that we who are alive learn to cherish—cherish every encounter, cherish every companionship, and not let regrets fill the rest of our lives.

Life itself is a journey gradually drifting away; we must learn to face farewells. Yet, we will still feel pain and reluctance, because we deeply understand that all the suffering in the world cannot compare to this moment—the separation where we can no longer meet again.