Just close my eyes.
Think of a room of hundreds of doors,hundreds of doors and they are closing,the one furthest the way first,and getting closer,just closing,just bang in shut,and I think if I XX from crying, until the last one shuts, then I won't cry at all, and I don't. (Need corret)
can only close my eyes.
Think of a room with hundreds of doors, hundreds of doors that are slowly closing.
Start with the one furthest away, then get closer and closer, closing with a bang.
And I thought, if I could hold back from crying until the last one closed, then I wouldn't cry anymore.
I really didn't cry anymore.
The road has always been there, but it is getting more and more deviated, darker and narrower, but it is a dead end.
Whether it is Boy A, Boy B, Boy C, many things are qualitative when we take the first step.
I just want to do things right and do it well.
But so what?
Even if all you want is inner peace.
Still a luxury.
The song of a barbarian boy, what a good translation, a gorgeous death, but also full of sadness, helplessness and despair behind it.
My favorite is Jack's weird dance after taking the medicine.
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