Missing is a beautiful blade. Mother, is the first and eternal love. When this love is taken away by a sharp blade, indulgence may be the panacea for pain relief. Fighting poison with poison is just getting used to the pain, and finally liberation is nothing but miserable sadness. When one day we set foot in the wilderness, feel the edge of death, feel the human feelings beyond the glitz, and feel the natural and primitive innocence, maybe we will recover the vague dying love, cry out the accumulated poisonous fire, and see the light of hope for a better life.
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