With many questions, I asked him, " Do you think there is any life after death?"
He answered:" I think there must be. Who can tell?"
Then I continued, " Have you thought about death?"
He replied:" Of course."
" Why don't you die?", I asked again.
He said:" If I were dead, the beloved ones I left behind would have suffered too much. and so did the one who loved me."
Then, he asked me in reverse: " How about you?"
Slowly I answered," the same."
Moonlight illuminated his tear-streaked face. I cradled his head and laid there, terrified, staring at the wavering tree-shadow on the wall. After a while, I wept either, and forgot any words to continue.
I knew it was my fate to miss the oasis when I walked through the desert. I knew I was doomed to lose the harbor when I was drifting in the ocean. That was the last night for us. He would leave me next day and maybe never returned.
I knew my life would go on without him. Even so, I could not find any reasons to give up life again, for all my loved and beloved people in the world.