In the fog, the only thing you can do is to put your hands above your heart and feel that life does exist in this near-hyperthermia. For some reason, warm liquid slid down his cheeks. In his memory, the liquid seemed to be called tears, but he couldn't find the reason for the tears in his mind. You can't remember what you were whispering before, and whose name was it? There was a moment of emptiness from the chest, as if the heart stopped. The last tear slipped from the eyelashes in shock, and disappeared in the process of degradation. You stretched out your hands to try to catch the dissipated tears, but you lost your sense of life. You thought you had met death, your face was buried in your hands, you stopped crying, you roared like a trapped animal.