Life Retrospective Report

I died on a rainy night. My script, "Summer Farewell", into which I devoted all my youth, pain and love, became the brightest jewel in someone else's crown, while I was a withered skeleton lying in the sewer with no one paying attention. Then, she came. In the darkest and most withdrawn senior year of my life, it was like a bright light that inexplicably tore apart all my pretense and cowardice.