'twas shivering bewitching hour whilst I felt heartstrings throbbing hastily— as if I could not chase it, I would demise.

Bones were cold, the feeling was like— anytime I stood up, I would suddenly fall down and not be able to stand.

Can't draw breath meetly as if someone was on my top And garroting me!

I can't unclose my eyes— it seems like... someone made it! Will I never behold my beloved ones again?

I can't holler! As if there was a big lump in my throat!

I thought, I was in Tophet...

But here I am, living.