Can I really go to the world? I read it again and I wanted to shout out in my heart countless times or actually do something out of the ordinary, but I don't seem to have the courage to face it. I want to be free and easy and I want to go out and wander. I don't want to share my happiness with strangers or friends. I'm actually very selfish... I'm so envious when I see the hero and heroine in the story squandering their lives to the fullest. Maybe I can't get a normal relationship. Life is a mess. It's also weird, I want to find a place where no one is around, I want to lock myself up, like running to an empty field to lie down for a day, I want to watch the stars with the person I like, I just want to hold her, she is so much, she looks normal But what I need is just an extravagant hope for me if I can make her happy. If it's just the company of the night to make her feel at ease, so be it. I will learn to hide my loneliness and anxiety There will always be light.
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