She spent seven years in this city, and the best youth in her life was lost here.
Thick black pus oozed from the sores all over her body, she would no longer bleed, and the living voice on the left side of her chest had long since died. The darkness gradually swallowed her, and she had no way out, no place to escape.
She looked up at the sky quietly, smiled brightly, and murmured, I am more beautiful than the sun.
I know her life is over.