Whenever a person is on his deathbed, a magnificent revolving lantern theater will appear. Every fragment, every picture, like a TV series, is overwhelming. What kind of person I am, what kind of life I have, the people I have met, the roads I have traveled, the things I have experienced, what I thought I remembered, what I thought I forgot, all appear before my eyes and pass through my mind. Until it turns to dust.
The story begins here.