I Stay Alive by Listening to Ghost Calls

In the late stage of lung cancer, I just want to be an ordinary person. Grow old with your parents and find a girl to live with. But the dead will call - begging me to settle my unfinished regrets. Living people stand in front of me - I can see the thing that hurts them the most. I helped one after another. The ghost entered the address book, and the person left and never came back. The fuller the address book, the emptier the world. Finally I walked through the door and closed it. The phone never rang again. But that day my mother suddenly said in the yard: "My son said he doesn't feel any pain anymore."