Then, after learning that his life was coming to an end, he began to arrange his final moments. This man, he is the son of his father and mother, the younger brother of his sister, the lover of his lover, the doctor's patient, and the photographer in the eyes of outsiders. His heart is actually very sad.
He photographed his lover when he was asleep, he was reluctant, but had to.
He went to see Grandma, told her everything, and then left Grandma to suffer the grief alone.
He met infertile couples, thought about it again and again, and helped them.
The days of waiting for death are hard. He is also afraid. Crying in bed, banging your head against the wall, screaming helplessly. The dried flowers in the bottle seemed to be him. He was getting thinner and thinner, with a powerless pallor.
On the beach, he lay down, deserted and alone. Slip down a tear and say goodbye to this world, as if he is the only one left in the whole beach and the world.
Lonely and beautiful, tangled and sad. Such is the music, such is the eyes.
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