The best time to spend a beautiful and peaceful day is in the afternoon. Like every day, in that afternoon, to eliminate loneliness and to lighten all the sorrows and pains in my mind, I go to the park next to our house, and there I lose myself in the crowd of thousands of people. Seeing their happiness and sorrows, my mind becomes much lighter.

Even though the words sound like poetry, they are my own words. I always feel alone, but I never realize when I lose the happiness of my heart, and I regain it. Going to the park every day to be in the crowd of thousands of people, sitting in the park with thousands of people, talking, all of this was like a daily habit of mine. I felt very good when I could go there and walk around.

In this way, days after months passed, but suddenly one day I saw an old man sitting on a bench next to the park, looking at everyone every day. It seemed that he was remembering something, and in what hope he was sitting like this. After several days, one day I expressed my interest in talking to him and sat next to that old man. I greeted him and asked him about himself.

Talking to him, I felt that he was also very happy to talk to me, and he told me that many years ago, his son came to the park one day and promised his father that when he returned from abroad, he would come to the park with his father and walk again. So that old man used to come to the park every day and wait for his son when he would walk in the park holding his son's hand. I wished from my heart that his son would come back very soon.

After going to the park for a few days, whenever I looked at that brench, I saw the old man sitting there. When I talked to him for a while, he liked it, and I liked it too. The old man always told stories about his son. He also had all these stories about what his son did when he was young, what he ate, and where he went. After a few days, one day, I looked at that branch and saw that the old man was no more.

I thought maybe he couldn't come to the park for some reason. After a week passed, he still didn't come to the park. Then we got a little suspicious. So I asked the gate uncle if he knew anything about the old man who used to sit in this branch. That old man died five days ago.

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I felt really bad hearing that, and I was stunned for a while. From then on, every day I went to the park and looked at the bridge and saw that brence lying empty or someone else sitting there talking to their relatives, but that old man was no longer there, and maybe he never would be.

We can learn from this that human life is temporary. There is no such thing as a promise made to someone. In the end, maybe someone leaves this world while waiting. Maybe someone's waiting never ends. But if we can spend some good time with people while they are alive, then maybe if those people were not there, our suffering would be a little less. But today's busy world has made us so busy. It's driving me crazy that it's impossible to give time to our own people there. Thousands of words get lost in our minds. Maybe even if someone survives holding on to those words, the words are never completed in the end.