On the surface, it looks majestic, but the lock of the safe is rusted, and there are piles of moldy banknotes in the box, withered roses, time flies, fleeting, unable to restore the previous luster, the contrast between the past and the present, the reality reflects the reality. You seek stimulation in reality, I seek solace in fantasy. Only then can we travel through time and space, and seek a sense of center and value. I regained hope and saw the "you" that was perfectly reproduced in the screenwriter. Although it was fake, when "you" left the script and followed me to reality, I was addicted. In this hazy relationship, finally the separation of "you" made me realize the real "reality". The untimely appearance made me reverse the order. I can't tell whether I love you or "you". You all made me realize how absurd my life is, and I'm like a clown on stage in your eyes. No one loves me anyway, that's all.
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