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In the cold winter, the cold ward.
I'm going to indulge, I'm going to indulge, I'm going to indulge.
Farewell, farewell, farewell.
I was bent on death, but I never imagined,
You will hold my hand beside my hospital bed,
Tell me: "I'm here."
You make me want to stay in this world. How could I bear to let you watch me die?
A terminally ill person
Xianyi
There is no betrayal, no deception, only separation, only companionship.
Just two ordinary people.
First person, main first wing
Intention: death and life, death and love, death and memory.