Is there a situation where you know that moths are flying into the flames, but still continue.
They are not two parallel lines, it's just that they can never intersect.
One is a poor and innocent male prostitute, and the other is a rebellious high society. One doesn't know what the future holds, one always knows what he's doing. One is haunted by the past, the other only enjoys the present. One is eager to rely on, the other comes and goes freely and unfettered.
Well, he goes back to his world, and I'll never go back anyway. I was on the side of the road, in someone else's bed, in the line of thieves. This has been my life. At the funeral, MIKE smelled the fake sunflowers with the same eyes as before.
God, why brought me into this world. Desperate life has experienced too much, I want to return to normal, but it is impossible. Come and tell me, where should I go?
Falling to the ground, twitching, or being dizzy is the best in the world. No one hurts you, no one lives to blame, no society's scorn, no self. All that was left were sunflowers and daffodils.
If I give you a flower, I will definitely choose lotus.
Thank you for everything this desperate world has given me.
Goodbye, my personal Idaho.
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