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Inexplicably, I feel like I'm coming back to life only when I feel like I'm already dead. In the nightmare, he was a fish in the mud, squirming with all his strength as he was dying, and his body secreted mucus as thick and fishy as a film to prevent him from suffocating his breathing. And when the chattering lips and teeth could not swallow the endless black despair, the moist eyes opened for the first time or the last time in the deep dark night. I didn't know whether this moment was the time of rebirth or the time of death, just as I didn't know whether this body was a newborn baby or a dying old man. Yesterday was an impression, tomorrow is an imagination, today is just a chaotic image; yesterday was a recollection, today is a memory, and tomorrow will still be an empty memory of the past. He only wished that he was a carp tracing back to its source, not jumping through any dragon gates, but swimming deep into his heart... At this time, only thinking of water made him feel cool.
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