I sat alone in this small room in the attic, writing about this extraordinary life of mine, and there was no one around, and the silence was a little chilling, and I could no longer afford it, maybe I couldn't see it.

When this book of my life is found or seen by others, I hope you will keep it, and keep this password, so that no one else will tell you to see the contents of it.

My hands were now covered with wrinkles, and they were no longer the same ruddy blood color. My skin is also much paler, which often symbolizes a person's entry into the temple of death.

I know what that means to me! So I don't have any extravagant hopes anymore, I just hope that I can write this book that records my life quickly in my body.

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