My name is Meng Cong. I've been alive in this world for more than 90 years. Time slipped through my hands like sand through an hourglass. In the blink of an eye, I had become an old man who could only sit in a nursing home's rocking chair and reminisce. My beloved and my family have slowly drifted away from me. My youth and memories, like my thin, translucent white hair, are growing ever more fragile. In the end, they will not withstand the touch of the Grim Reaper's scythe, and will turn to ashes. Gazing at the red spider lilies growing ever brighter in the distance and the surging River of Oblivion, I slowly recalled the small, small moments of sorrowful yet unforgettable tenderness from my youth.
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