My Death

      That day; A day; One day; Today.
      July 23rd, 2011
      Thundering/


       Train D301, leaves Fuzhou for Hangzhou at 7:50 a.m.
       Me, train D3115, leave from Hangzhou for Fuzhou at 4:43 p.m.
       Around 8:12 p.m., D301 and me, first time, meet with each other.


        Thunder is growling. Oh, please don't get mad Mr. Thunder,
         I am working hard to carry my friends to their destination.
         I swear, I swear, I never ever laze.
        (Why hasn't my railway change? 
         Where are people in the control center doing?
         Don't they see train D301 and me are running closer and closer to each other?)
     
          "D301, you  move! Quick! Move"...
          "D3115, I can't m...." 
           BUMP!
           (While My head is falling down from the railway, I see the shinny sparkle.
           It seems like thunder hits on us.)

           I am dizzy; what happens just now; what really happens just now?


           Oh, With my head quickly and deeply be burried into the ground, I
            heard:
              "Quickly burried the trains' heads!"
               "What if there were still people alive?!"
              "Don't worry! I think they are all rescued!"


              (I hurt, and I can not move; thus, I listen them yelling to each other with my head down in the ground.)
          
              "How many people have been found out dead?"
              "Tell the reporter: 35"


               Five hours... Six hours...
                
                "How many people have been found out dead?"
                 "Five more! Tell the reporter: 36"


                (36?! Was the number I heard several hours ago appeared to be wrong, or,
                are they lying?
                  Oh, my friends; Oh, how much I wish I could to dig out all of you. I feel you striking my body, I feel you yelling out for help with the last strength you have.
                  You! People in the control center! You! People in the government! Please do not leave! There are my friends burried deep in the ground! Please get them out! Please! We are a family!)


                  "Rescue is over. I am sorry for the mistake we made."


                   (Is he the supervisor of the train department? Oh, he must be IT!
                    Why is the rescue over? There are more people burried in the ground!)

                    "Please do not burry the train! Please let me look for my sister on last time! Please"
                   
                     (I hear it, I do hear it. They are my friends' families coming to look for them, because there are still people burried deep in the ground!)


                        "No, I am sorry. We have to burry the train, and it is the order from the government."


                      ......

                       (My friends, I am sorry, I am sorry. I thought you all were family with the people in the control center, I thought you all were family with the governers. Oh, my friends. Oh.)


           News citation: http://news.sina.com.hk/news/9/1/1/2394715/1.html The Wenzhou Train Collision        (Sorry that the news is in Chinese)