Is Grandpa going to die now?
How pitiful.
Actually, it is this world that is pitiful.
Because when I, the one observing, disappear, you and this entire world disappear as well.
At least, that is how it is from my perspective.
I can only see things from my own standpoint.
I can never truly see the back of my own head.
A child raised in an unhappy home and a child raised in a harmonious one—
Do those two perceive this world in the same way?
No one knows what this world actually looks like.
Human imagination is just too powerful.
Even without ever seeing the real Earth or the universe, people accept them so vividly just by looking at photos.
In truth, perhaps we are all just frogs in a well.
Each of us living within a world of our own.
My death does not mean that I alone am being abandoned by this world.
As I close my eyes,
This world, too, comes to an end.
