本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛Is life like a party if we don’t enjoy it that we can always leave before its end? But if we always prepare our leaving does that mean we never prepare to enjoy the party from the beginning? When we look into the black deep lake, do we see the reflection of the shadow of death, or the joy of life, or both?

When Ziz killed himself, I don’t think he had ever planned it. Death is only a moment of temptation. He was a fragile, talented and elusive young man and fell deeply in love with talented and passionate Simon. They committed themselves to each other. But the burning love devastated his life. When the angel of death tempted him with his darkly twinkling eyes, he followed him.

Before Ziz, Peggy was already there. She fell hopelessly for Simon. Yes, it was a hopeless love. Though they had passionately and fervently attached to each other from the day they met till Peggy’s death. “The love between a woman and a gay man and was never going to be consummated physically.” He described their relationship. She devoted herself to the relationship of him and Ziz, giving advice and encouragement, meanwhile being torn apart by every jealousy within her of their love. “It doesn’t matter if one makes a fool of oneself, becomes a spectacle. One is. One is alive.” she said in her letter. She shared the tragedy of Ziz’s death with him and watching him falling in love with one man after another until her death thirteen years after they first met.

Is love an abyss that every one falls into it will be devoured?

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