At the end of my suffering（ 痛苦）, there was a door, hear me out. That which you call death, I remember. Overhead（ 经常费用）, noises, branches（树枝） of the pine shifting, then nothing. The weak sun flickered（ 闪烁） over the dry surface（表面）. It is terrible to survive（幸免于）, as consciousness（意识） buried（埋葬） in the dark earth.