memories of those children who can't be understood by adults, those memories are a light and slow song of sadness, tears, hurt and love's moving
, throwing tantrums and destroying , No one understands, so, then, clumsily, and slowly learn to love
those clumsy and huge bodies are actually a sensitive and delicate heart, just like the poster, huge, clumsy and even ugly The beast hides shyly behind that white tree,
where the wild things are, so, after such pain and suffocation again and again, we begin to gradually understand how to be careful not to hurt those people and things we love, and then we slowly learn to grow Great, learn to understand the troubles and sorrows of adults and the heart that loves us forever and ever
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