She lay on the hospital bed and looked out the window at the blue sky countless times.
That's great. Before she was admitted to the hospital, she often went out to play in the afternoons when the weather was nice.
It's a pity that such daily life may never happen again.
His eyelids gradually became heavy, and harsh and confusing sounds rang in his ears. The machine's alarm, the rapid footsteps, the collision of bottles and cans, people's cries and the increasingly faint sound of the machine gradually stopping.
Maybe, she can sleep comfortably.
Intention: Maybe, everyone has something like this to some extent. It's like mixed plasticine, colorful and dirty.