DEAD MAN IN A LIFE

I found a letter
I died 30 years ago - Charles Brown (A dying man) in his room.

An old man hardly known by his own name but money had lost his everything when his family left him. Quiet, alone, sitting in the dark room of his mension, among the old paintings with dark black curtain thinking about the life. He found whatever he deserved,He had the desire to be rich, now he was a rich man. The guilt, love, happiness, or even enemies tried to chase him. He thinks of his wife. She was sincere, young, joyful, but she hated his songs. He thinks about his child funny, different but his own past. He tried to find them in the every corner of the world but his hands are still empty. Oh! God has never had his glimpse, he must fear to cry. Sometimes, When you have everything dear human, you have nothing.