I'm dead, but I'm not dead, but I remember almost nothing.
——A certain amnesia ghost said.
Day after day he looked into the distance, waited, and inquired about the visitors.
Until the "fame spreads far and wide", someone "comes famously".
He asked: "Do you know me?"
The visitor answered the question incorrectly: "How could it be you?"
…
That's acquaintance, the ghost thought. From that moment he knew that he would haunt him until the end of his life.
Intention: When you think of me again, will you regret it for a moment?
