Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

Death is the retirement from life.

I came to understand the most intriguing irony of life, that the most intimate partner of life is death.
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