The little prince is not the little prince in my heart, but I am still grateful for this film, which reminds me of my childhood.
I grew up, it was inevitable. I also forgot the peach blossom garden in my heart. Maybe it's a shadow that others don't understand, maybe it's an inconspicuous little rock, maybe it's a colorful butterfly. When I was a kid, I always had endless fun. So simple and pure joy.
Later, my happiness came from others. My happiness is because of the affirmation of others, and I am afraid that I am worthless, a dust that can be easily erased. It doesn't matter if I have a rose in my heart, she is useless to me anyway. I forgot that she was unique to me in the whole universe.
It turns out that the most terrifying thing is forgetting.
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