This is my most real life, it really happened. I have to record it.
June 8, 2012 afternoon
17:00, it's time for me to leave. The loudspeaker I don't know where was placed was warning me again and again with great force. I didn't know what kind of tone it was, or in other words, I didn't know which kind of widow's tone it should be regarded as. I just knew that it was in my ears, speaking to my whole body, word by word, in ups and downs. My friend, you have finally graduated, oh, I'm sorry, it's time for you to come to an end too.
Yes, it's time for me to end. This is definitely someone else's new play. As for where I should die or live, the director didn't tell me, and I don't know either. And the last words I vaguely heard were, kid, stop pretending to be strong, that's not what you're good at, at least not now. Cry if you want, after all, it didn't belong to you from the beginning.
I yelled without thinking, you're the only one crying when I say it, your whole fucking family is crying. After I scolded him, I regretted it, because that bullshit director fired me immediately. I thought I should put in a good word and at least stay one night.
I didn't cry after all.