A story.

29 Jul 2021 08:39 by black imagination

I am too lazy to do any art for it.

ICU No.23

I remember being here,

here, a lot of people has fallen,

the wavering breathing, trying to hold its ground.

what a coincidence, the old woman seems to be praying for me,

I remember leaving here.

the leaving people have tearful eyes.

the scent of blood lingers, cannot escape despair

three seconds later, the dead ones have nobody to blame on.

I try to get up with my numb limbs,

I try to understand with my blurred consciousness,

how fun, my nightmare is so original.

after being through hell, I laughed and goes to above.

for 轩宇‘s mom, 南辰依，who recently died of lung cancer.