In such a noisy floating world, if we remove the light, there is only shadow. Strip away the soul and it becomes an empty shell. If the memory is removed, what can remain? Is that a clean, pure white self?
The sunlight fell into the room through the window of the ward, reflecting the dust flying in the air. The doctor in a white robe pointed at a man in a white shirt in the ward: "Then do you know who he is?"
There was a dead silence in the room, so everyone looked at the person half lying on the hospital bed. Cicadas are chirping, it's summer.
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