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Seventy years later, she never really fell asleep. When the body is asleep, the soul is awake; when the soul is asleep, the body is awake. Like a lonely ghost wandering in memories. She remembered the strange names on the house number, as well as the bodies rushing toward those names. She remembered the Buddha's head flowers that the girls breathed out with force, and the blood that was as black and shiny as briquettes... The memory of being broken into pieces was as clear as yesterday, but she couldn't remember who she was. The status of "survivor" is like a heavy curse. She struggled to escape from her hometown, the crowd, and herself. But fear and shame always pursued her, swallowing up all her laughter and tears, and cutting off all her connections with the world. Why can't I live uprightly in this world like others? Is it a sin to come back alive? Even from hell. Watching the news of "Only the last survivor left" playing on the TV, she murmured in a low voice: - No, there is still one person here. She wanted to tell everything before she died.