Now I am lying on the hospital bed, everything can only be told orally, and my beloved man is sitting in front of me, writing these stories with tears in his eyes.
I am not afraid that others will laugh at my ignorance and infatuation. I just hope that people who see it will take a warning.
I know that this is all I can do for you in this life, brother.
When I die, burn me to ashes and scatter me among the mountains and forests, forgetting all traces of my existence.
I came from the same place and disappeared like a passing cloud. Just treat me as a passer-by and spend this life!
I hope readers will not be anxious. In our long lives, this is just a very short and short story.
(I know that the first person may be a minefield for many people, but I no longer have the strength to change it.
Our story is almost over. )
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