You are always living between dream and reality, imagining everything that is beyond your grasp. Then take the fantasy, face the real life, find the difference, be disappointed, and repeat. Fill the emptiness with what you get from nowhere, get pleasure and nothingness again. As I look forward to the ending, I desperately hope that he will never return to the way he was by reminiscing about the good old days with his wife. What he loves now is the woman who plays his wife, or his memory is mixed. He should live alone and continue to fill the memory, or die. Fortunately it didn't end. The memories of the past reappear in the mind, whether it is the reality of the past or the memory that has been filled in the present that is moved. If I could have a chance to experience good dreams, I might want to go back to when I was 14 years old, and that feeling has been lost for a long, long time. "Today, at this moment, we cannot, exactly as you like, make a person back to what he was on a certain day of the year, not everything you want, must accept disappointment and blame. Must accept that someday I Slowly become dull, or whatever, otherwise, we will always live only at the beginning."
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