The mentor had a stroke, fell in love with the church, the best friend died and was put into the stove, the daughter left and became a stranger, the lover died and entered the tomb, the medicine that accompanies you to the end is endless, and the cane that does not work, In the end, I sat alone in front of the TV in the nursing home, basking in the sun outside the window, watching boring programs. Played too many roles in this life, and finally became a guest in the coffin shop and bought a green coffin.
Sooner or later, your time will be engraved on your tombstone, number 1948,
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