If the world is not perfect, then the ending of each story, to have a dream, is also a kind of happiness.
In my life, there is no right or wrong. I just walked and walked, and I already found that the gray hair was growing, and I didn't have time to mourn the funeral of my youth.
Mediocrity, you don't have to sigh about the unreachability of life, you just need to hide yourself, and slowly, we will get used to those stories that are only told to ourselves.
That magic box may only be opened at the last moment of life.
Bit by bit, memories swept the whole soul gently.
We are not saints, we do not expect angels.
It's just the last moment, we all deserve to have those once beautiful stories.
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
Return to original purity.
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