"Leave the last funeral of your life to yourself, and pray that there will be another world without the sadness of Beethoven." She stood in a dark and cool corner and quietly told herself, don't sleep, don't be haunted by nightmares.
She held a lonely cigarette in her hand, half burned. She had been lonely for a long time, and the sorrows of life frequently shadowed her.
She opened a bottle of sleeping pills and said, "Those promises, that boy, goodbye??" She finally fell asleep peacefully forever.
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