"I'm dead, am I dead? I remember there was a car accident. Did I hit someone else with my car or someone else hit me with my car? I can't remember clearly. I just remember that I seemed to be going home. Unfortunately, I was dead and couldn't go home. Am I really dead? Why can I still think now? I am now In what state? Am I a ghost? Or a soul? If consciousness is the product of the human brain, then why can I still think when I'm dead? Where am I now? Oh, it turns out I'm back home. But why am I still alive? I can't see anything, I'm in a dark space, where is this, maybe... A coffin? Well, maybe I'm in my own coffin now. I hear my mother's cry, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm an unfilial child. You worked hard to raise me, but I can't let you live. One day, Ansheng left you. Mom, mother, I don't want you to give birth to a black-haired person. I feel like I am crying, but I am a dead person. Where do the tears come from? Does my soul also cry? I don't have the courage to listen to my mother's cry again..."
Purpose: With my death, I advocate loving life!