C187 The myth of immortality

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I, Single Leg, propped myself up and quietly stood by the window.

It was a western room. The room was dark.

Because a thick cotton curtain completely blocked the window.

In the silence, no one knew how much time had passed.

Time seemed endless.

But I don't think anything is eternal except parting.

Sooner or later, they would reach the end of their road.

Unknowingly, I shed tears