When I first saw death, I was about 5 years old.

I don't remember exactly, after all, I was young at that time.

Rainy day, cold wind.

She stood on the bank of the river with a small flower umbrella, looking at a cat that had been lying on the bank of the river for a long time.

It shouldn't have been dead for long, and it hasn't started to rot yet.

The cat, with its beautiful tri-colored fur, was still ......

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