That day, it was drizzling.
She was dressed in black and stood alone in the crowd.
The people around were either crying or lamenting——
She was the only one who didn't fit in with the surroundings.
However, isn’t the person in the coffin the one closest to you?
He was the one who gave birth to her life, but she just felt indifferent when she stood there.
"now you."
It seemed as if these words were not spoken to her, but to someone else——
When a bouquet of white flowers was placed on her, she was silent for a long time.
But in the end she didn't ask anything and walked forward slowly.
Without shedding a tear, she walked forward like a puppet on a string.
Before, she had seen many people and she had learned it.
However, it is just the eyes that capture the image and then broadcast it.
If there is any meaning, it is just like the syllable "Ma" coming out of a baby's mouth, which can make the adults around them jump for joy or burst into tears of excitement.
In fact, for young babies, vowels are just easier to pronounce.
When a baby is born, it always calls "Mom" first to prove the importance of the mother. In fact, it is just wishful thinking that has gotten the order wrong.
It is not because you recognize the word "Mom" that you can say "Mom".
Instead, it uttered the syllable "MaMa", and was claimed by the person holding the baby.
Learning this series of movements and even wiping the corners of my eyes were just replaying this series of movements - but I could neither understand their feelings nor the meaning of their movements.
However, when he wiped the corners of his eyes, deep sighs were heard around him.
"This child is so pitiful—"
"I can't even shed tears."
"Why is she so cruel?"
The one who made such an exclamation was a creature called "Dad".
His face was already covered with tears, but what about his own mood?
Is she feeling the same pain as him? Or is she trying to find something in him?
The woman with her eyes closed threw the flowers into the coffin.
Her feeling at that time was "She is so beautiful".
When she turned around and saw her own reflection in the pupils of another person, she suddenly realized something -
The person lying in the coffin looks so much like me.
At that time, I couldn't understand life and death, and I couldn't even understand why I was here, why the person lying in the coffin was my mother - and what was a mother -
But, when she saw the reflection in those dark eyes, she felt——
The person lying in the coffin was not her mother, but herself.
Why did everyone think it was mom lying in the coffin instead of her?
In fact, she was standing here in another form.
The girl with those pure black eyes seemed like a corpse crawling out of a coffin.
But the corpse hugged her tightly, and the warmth from its arms told her that she was not a corpse, but a living person.
The whispers and gentle voices at that moment.
It was as if I had truly come alive at this moment—
Life actually comes to life at this moment.
Although I could walk and talk before, it was as if it was a program written into me.
If you think back to everyone's expressions at that time, they were actually not much different from what is reflected on the glass now.
I was a simple imitator without tears, but in a moment I burst into tears.
He hugged the person in front of him with his backhand——
Memories, memories—they keep pouring into my mind, filling it up—
Comparing and finding anomalies—abnormalities that are so commonplace that they are not suspected—
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