I think I might be insulated from this happiness. Because, I found that I had no dreams.
What is my dream? Seriously, I can't tell. I can only describe one state, but I will overthrow this state because I think it's just a small pursuit of life. It cannot be compared with this kind of dream.
Dreams make people crazy and live in their own world; dreams make people forget the cruelty and vulgarity of reality; dreams make people never grow up, and the passion that radiates from them is nowhere to be sent; dreams make people forget the mundane disturbances and foreign affairs The temptation of things; dreams, let people live happily forever...
My dream, where are you? Is it destined to live in reality and be suppressed forever by reality?
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