When talking about nothingness, maybe everyone will have more or less indescribable touches appear in their minds. When I was questioning in my heart where I came from and going. When I felt the haziness of the world before and after my death. When the chirping of insects became the only sound I can hear in the silence of the night. When I am drawn into the vast sea of people, I can sense nothing but noise and bustling. The concept of "nothingness" frequently flashes before me inadvertently like a shadow; then, in the reality that I perceive, can it really be touched?