Accidentally, why not a pie in the sky? But it is the loss of the tool on which to rely, and the joy of working without it instantly becomes a flying duck. This is even more hysterical than not getting a job because of it. Why can't the illusory future happiness stay for a few more days? This kind of grief and anger makes it hard for me to let go, I want to find it!
The depression in my heart almost erupted with the helplessness of my father and son, the kind of sadness that sees the truth but cannot be undone, why are the common people always swaying between small happiness and huge sadness, why is the bearer of history so powerless?
I have to steal my life back, even if it sinks even more, but sinking seems destined! Because that's who I am - the remnants of powerless history!
Yes, it's me, holding the child's hand and the father's hand, walking desperately through the indifferent temples, streets and unknown futures. Why can't happiness be passed on and magnified layer by layer, while sadness is easily transferred alternately and spread continuously?
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