It seems like I've been in and out of death my whole life.
Each one is a door, and behind the door stands a person, smiling or crying, calm or angry, telling me about their life. They said, Lin Wanxing, you have to remember. I said, I remember.
They said, tell it to the living people.
I shook my head. The living people don't want to listen, they can't even listen to themselves.
