Talking in Sleep: Memoirs of a Dying Man

On the sickbed, I recounted the past orally; dreams and reality were intertwined and it was no longer clear. Beside the sick bed, who is recording, and is anyone listening? I'm not sure either. Lonely. Lonely. In the end, when I think back, everyone seems so lonely. The hard-working rural children, the idle ruffians, the glamorous urban white-collar workers, the wealthy businessmen and powerful people who spend a lot of money - they all seem to be destined to walk on a lonely road, witnessing the collapse of everything in the absurdity.