Monday, and Monday again, I have no confidence to say that I have understood the complexity of the male protagonist.
Because I haven't met his parents, I don't know his elementary school teachers, his childhood playmates, his high school buddies, his college life, his favorite time to read, and the type of music he likes. Knowing this is like knowing the shape on the metal mold, you can reproduce a specific image, without the soul.
I always see the clear eyes and calm face of the male protagonist. Under the calm, there is a calm observation. The body is walking on the road, the spirit is floating outside, observe.
Throwing a stone into the lake will startle the slightest ripples, and finally it will return to peace. Others look at me like a pool of clear water, and I also observe others and reflect on their faces. When others love me, it is like falling into a sea of fire, and I repay them with love, so I can wash them away.
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