She lay dying in the hospital bed, no one cared about her, and she could only spend the rest of her life by recalling the past. She was not a good mother by sending away her own child; she indirectly killed her husband even though she did not mean to do so, so she was not a good wife; along the way, no one could call her a parent, and no one could call her a friend. Her life was ups and downs, like a rootless duckweed. While walking in pursuit of warmth, she always missed it. Now, life has finally come to an end. I just hope that the next life will be peaceful, that's all.