I saw clearly, that was my husband. I could recognize him even after he turned to ashes. His voice was still so familiar, gentle and magnetic. I stood there stupidly, like a piece of wood, watching their backs disappear. For a moment, I was very impulsive and wanted to run up and tell my husband that I was not dead. But my legs were already stiff and my body was numb. Am I really dead? It's getting dark and I don't know where to go? It seemed like there was sweat on my forehead. I wiped it with my hand and it felt like ice cubes. Looking around, there was no one around. It started to rain. My head hurt. I thought of my parents unconsciously. I hadn't seen them for a long time. I dragged my heavy legs and trudged forward, stepping on the wet ground. Raindrops fell on my collar and I lost consciousness. It was dark, but I didn't feel any fear at all. I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw the lights at home. I used all my remaining strength to knock on the door, but after knocking for a long time, there was still no response or any sound. I leaned against the door and slowly slipped. My heart and body were in extreme pain, and tears couldn't help overflowing. I had lost everything.