I'm dead. I used to think that after death, people lose their life completely and return to loess, until I sat in front of my corpse for twelve hours.
She was lying on the boundless wilderness, and from time to time, cold wind would shoot through her like sharp arrows, severely inflicting every blood mark on her body. There was only a solitary soul floating between heaven and earth under the moonlight. I clearly stated consciously that I was her, but I knew nothing about her.
"A gloomy wind suddenly rises from Wuwu River, and a dark candle reaches dawn every night. The little person has been wasting more than ten years, and here she has returned to the land of blessings." The morning light spreads from the wilderness far away, and a team slowly walks at the end. Everyone holds a white flag high, and the light waves flow, washing away the darkness in these twelve hours. Looking back at the cold body, and perhaps, countless long nights in her life.
At the front of the team is a young man, with a clear and shallow smile in his eyes, just like the first spring breeze blowing in the world, the coldness of winter has not yet dissipated, but the new buds are just peeking out. He caressed the white flag, and the flag flew away and gently wrapped her around her. Looking up again, he saw his lips opening and closing, saying, "Come with me."
Intention: Life is like a centenarian, and it is also a moment in the eternity.