“时间到了,走吧!”死神伸出他黑色的手向我抓来。他的手触及我的臂时,我感到了极度的冰凉,我要死了……死神的账单我莫名其妙地生病了,躺在医院一块洁白的床单上,没有一个人陪伴我,周围都是刺眼的白。怎么会生病呢?我正纳闷,一个“人”推门进来。他,黑色的衣服,黑色的皮肤……甚至他经过的地方也 “Time is up, let's go! ” Death outstretched his black hand to catch me. When his hand touches my arm, I feel extremely cold and I am going to die ... I am bored to death by somehow sick, lying on a white bed sheet in the hospital, with no one around me, and the surroundings are dazzling White. How can I get sick? I was wondering, a “person ” push the door come in. He, black clothes, black skin ... even wherever he passed