My memory is slowly fading, and I clearly realize that one day I will forget all the previous half of my life. The zombie virus has expanded to the left chest. I have been trying to recall the past these days, and then I realized that I must write something down. No matter who picks it up, please help me remember, even if I am already dead by then, wandering unconscious on a certain interstate highway, without cold or pain, what a sad existence, isn't it?
But please keep these proofs of my life for me.
[This is a story similar to a road movie. It happens on the journey and ends with the journey. The protagonist is a man who is about to become a zombie. He conceals his illness and hopes to escape with his friends. It's about love, encounters, forgiveness, and forgotten pain. I want to use a light tone to describe a story that looks sad but actually has no regrets. It doesn't have too many vulgar plots about loving you and loving me till death. It's not that this world can't live without you. It's just that, my dear, since you left, every lover of mine has been like you.
Until finally, he held the diary in his arms and unconsciously opened the car door and left in the heavy snow.
I love you, how can I have nothing to do with you?
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