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Outside was Beautiful--
註釋Nonfiction. It was an awful sleep full of images of the past night. I saw in my dream figures of many people who looked at me and I read in their glance that they were begging for my help, that they called and screamed "Rescue us! We are still so young, we don't want to die yet!" And I who also was sentenced to die, just as they were, could not help at all.