Translated…
After I’d settled in, I’d learned from the chit-chats with my neighbors, that someone had died, inside this room I’d rented.
It was said, that they were, a couple who killed themselves to be together.
Or maybe, it’s my mind, after knowing the truth about this place, I’d started, hearing footsteps, or soft voices speaking, even crying, but, I’d seen, nothing at all.
Is it true, that the two people can be together in death if they killed each other because they can’t be together in life? To tell the truth, I really, don’t believe it. I can’t help but recalling Ping, I’d, worked hard with her for so many years, and yet, we still couldn’t, defeat the reality, that, is how I’d gotten to where I currently am; faced with this, large, vast empty room, I’d always, stayed awake in bed until dawn, if I can see the couple, I have, too many questions I wanted to ask them.
But unfortunately, from what I’d heard, ghosts can’t communicate or see other ghosts.
I’m, so lonely now.
I’d started, expecting, that by tomorrow, there would be, new human beings living here.
So, you’re, probably one of those who’d killed themselves by swallowing the pills, and, you two can’t be together in life, you thought you can be together in death? Well, look at you now, you’re still, all alone on your own, with nobody accompanying, and now, you’re, haunting the room you two had killed yourselves in, hoping, and praying, that there would be, unsuspecting humans who are, dumb enough to move in, to keep you, a lost soul company??? Think again, if you can’t keep yourselves company, how the HELL can you expect someone else to be comfortable with you, huh??? So, from where I’m sitting, this “ghost” needs a lot of work on himself still…