If I Disappeared from this World, Who On Earth Would Be Sad for Me?

I've realized that nothing is absolutely irreplaceable. There is a fine line between moving on and going on. I don't know if they are a good thing. I just know that we always have to be grateful of the breaths we take and the people around us. I just know that seasons change so we can change. I just know that days end and begin again because we deserve more chances—to correct our mistakes and to unravel the depths of the universe; to fall in love with people repeatedly and to fall in love with ourselves slowly. I just know that people die and people live just because.