When I died here, my body gradually became cold, and black bugs came out of my nostrils and entered through my ears. White worms filled my eye sockets bit by bit, and I still saw darkness. My mouth was wide open, and it was filled with the smell of decay and death. The one I love the most, don't cry for me anymore, I can't hear you, I can't see you, I can't touch you, I can't comfort you.