The fate of life sometimes makes people silent, and the silence is so complete that no one wants to mention it. Not wanting to mention it to anyone, even to themselves. Hidden in their minds, silently, without saying a word. Because everything is fading away, the memory is buried deep in my heart year after year. All of a sudden the memories come back, as usual day after day, bang—no matter how long it has passed, someone will always bring up the memory, no matter what you do or think, one thing is certain: you are a loser. Today, tomorrow, next week, next year, until the end of life, a loser.
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In my life, I have known animals the most. I felt like a bull and never knew what it was to protect others. The calves, the herds, are like wives and children. They really need protection because it's your nature. I have no so-called nature.
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