I like to be clean, I like to use Shufujia to treat my hands over and over again, I like to repeat the worship of nature in Hayao Miyazaki's anime, I like to see Tony Leung's clean face in "Infernal Affairs" even if he is beaten, I like George Holding a paintbrush and drawing on white paper, I like him to say frankly, "I can't."
In that small period of time, I left countless slackness, and I also eagerly wanted to correct and become better, but There is no other way but to look forward to passing today as soon as possible. I constantly prove to others that I have learned, in fact, I have done nothing and can't do anything, but I have never dared to admit that I am at a loss.
I admire George's courage and honesty in saying sorry to all the teachers that I really can't write it. I even dreamed of being stared at by the teacher's eyes because I couldn't do my homework. I was afraid, I was afraid of disappointing people, I was afraid of the angry eyes of the other party, and I was afraid that I would fail. Then, I told myself that I needed time, I told myself that I could get out of the predicament, and I told myself that there are more than 18 floors in hell.
Fortunately, although I don't know when the day will be the end of nothing, but I know I will be fine.
Seeing him facing all the teachers, he still hasn't given up his doubts, "Each of us is lonely from birth, and there is only one ending, death, so what's the point of everything we do?", still looking for questions s answer.
My heart suddenly became wet, I vented for my cowardice, and apologized to the self-blaming youth. It turned out to be possible, and there was a quiet and rebellious past.
When love finally broke through the ambiguity, the girl let him know the answer, life is long, we are not alone.
Is this the answer, I don't know, but it belongs to George. Because of one person, he found an exit and changed himself, but I haven't yet. I haven't found an exit. I'm still walking and watching and thinking about whether the long road will be completely lonely.
Because I had a failed confession, I was timid, afraid that I would be uprooted after breaking through the veil, but George let me see myself, and I didn't want to miss the happiness I deserved because of the sway.
Who says that confession is a male profession, and who says that being pampered is only for women, when happiness comes knocking on the door, you must seize it decisively,
because fate is very wonderful, and it is also very fucked;
because love has no boundaries, and love has a time limit.
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