The car drove away from the hospital, heading down the street.
About two thousand meters out, Song Youman steered the car to the side of the road and hit the brakes hard.
Due to inertia, her body lurched forward, and she conveniently leaned onto the steering wheel.
soft music was playing in the car at a low volume, mingling occasionally with a honk from the street.
"And you hold me in your arms under the umbrella, full of solemn vows… Are the words of love all hollow when written down, carefully served up stroke by stroke…Remembering our tender moments under that umbrella, just like lying on a bridge cable and dreaming a dream. After waking up, falling down and shattering into pieces, vanished without a trace..."
In the midst of the song, Song Youman simply lay there, motionless on the steering wheel, until the song ended and a voiceover came on, making her shoulders tremble slightly.
The voiceover said: Don't live like me, live like a joke.
