You were sitting on the grass at night and looking at the sky. The whole sky was covered with stars. The grass was rustling in the light wind. Thoughts were eating you up from the inside. You were sad, looking at the sky, you involuntarily recalled all those sad moments that you once lived. There were footsteps behind you. This man came up and hunted an abandoned car a meter away from you. "Do you believe that people become stars in the sky after death? The sky is endless, it can accommodate a lot of these shining lights. What do you think, if the stars are people, then why are they falling?" The man's gruff voice knocked you out of your thoughts. It was a Ghost, your friend. It was rare that he could ask such philosophical questions. He was looking at the sky while talking to you at the same time.