See Ghosts and Listen to Ghosts Tell Stories

The female ghost that appears when it rains seems to have a very important connection with my lost memory, but I don't want to know. Let the past go, and there is no need to hold on to it. But she insisted on me remembering it, with eyes full of resentment as if she wanted to eat me alive. But I'm really not interested. I have to get up at seven o'clock every day, wash up and have breakfast before starting work. I have lunch at twelve o'clock and continue working. After having dinner at six o'clock, I have to wash up and go to bed. I am so tired that I have to take medicine to sleep. I have no rest almost every day, so I am too lazy to think about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things.