C1288 Six-eared macaque to support

At the top of the city, I hugged my head, unable to sleep well for the past few days.

Because every night when I close my eyes, I see those familiar faces, their unwillingness to die, their dying cries, and their eyes that crave to live.

It was like many nightmares, torturing me to death.

Sometimes, being alive might not be as comfortable as being dead. One would be done in the end