About the words on the tombstone
From one to ten, Lan Shang counted down the seconds.
The tombstone collapsed.
One is one. It's tears. A lot of it surged out and fell out quickly. Blurred vision also blurs the world.
Two is two. She is a lonely woman. He has hair that is long or short, eyes that are clear when he smiles, and a face that is clean and calm as if there is no one around. Remember the pain and know how to be grateful.
Three is three. It's smoke. It's MILDSEVER to YSL, and 555 to Marlboro. Wherever there are women, there will be the warmth of a small cluster of fireworks.
Four is four. It's a plant, a cactus or asparagus, or an upright metasequoia. I can always see them living without greed, green and moist.
Five is five. It's pain. I have always believed that the more painful it is, the more valuable it is. They all said that I was paranoid and a little perverted.
Six is six. It's sunshine, love and hope, dreams, don't give up, don't despair. Just having a balcony and sunshine is enough. Like a lizard, he doesn't live a luxurious life.
Seven is seven. It's CLOVER. Turn left at the intersection of Road N. There are alfalfa leaves on the roadside.
Eight is eight. Strange stable numbers support belief and support. Smile and you will feel calm.
Nine is nine. Nine injuries. Nine lives. The word nine is heavy. My love. My past.
Ten is ten. It's death, the bright red end. Your names are painted on Lan Shang's tombstone. The remaining bodies are only used to tell those stories for you. I died a year ago.
Sprinkle flowers! So pretty!