It's not my memory, but it's like my memory. It's so deep and unforgettable.

However, those memories are so vague that I can only see the general picture, but not the whole picture.

I saw myself walking in a wilderness dressed in clothes. No, it's not a wilderness, it's a mass grave.

I was lean, looking for food in mass graves, using clothes to warm the dead, sacrifices to the belly, bows and arrows to be inserted into the corpse as weapons. Every day walks between life and death, every day is like a wolf, one second more life is the greatest wish.

That year, plum blossoms blossomed and I...