00:00All day and night, our protagonist would sulk in his bed, haunted by the dead weight of
00:12his woes, shadows shuddering in the corner of his room as if he were trapped inside an
00:22abandoned cemetery. To the point of madness, he would listen to the mice chase each other
00:32behind the skirting board, and then envisage his body, snail towards the grave.
00:52To the peace of the Lord, he is azure and against his body, so if he were asked to
00:59walk towards the wind, he would listen to the grave.
01:05With that, there was a fact that the dead body was in the grave.
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