I closed all the curtains at home, lit a piece of thick white wax and placed it next to my very simple prop that took me a lot of time. When I put it on, I was thinking about why life is always full of so many understandings, the definitions of success and failure, and all kinds of things that are present and absent that unknowingly restrain, influence and change us, but it doesn't matter now. I hope I can beheaded off at once, otherwise I won't be able to bear the cruel and disgusting look. As I was thinking about it, I touched a thick rope tied with something and pulled it down. After the severe pain, I looked at my body lying on the knife gate and the blood that kept seeping out from behind the blade. The thoughts in my head gradually dispersed, and finally it seemed that death was just like that.
Purpose: To answer a confusing question