day 20

He,

H and I.
we're so unsatisfied. when will we meet? who speaks these lines?
morning has never felt so cold.
I don't mind dropping but give me a warning.
I can't keep up with him.
I can't follow him to the grave.
I had 19 days to say goodbye.
Mournings, however, are useless.
shed blood, not tears.
What are we afraid of?
I believe he'll come.
soon enough. enough.

M: (aside) 我们似趁相识。

I: I don't know you. But. I think...I am ready to die. He's not coming back. I'm incomplete. He's silent. He's not coming home.
I die.


Narrator: the third day, presumably he will rise from the dead and disappear from the tomb.