Today, I finally deeply understand the meaning of this sentence. I have always had such a dream since Yasuzuki. However, this "luxurious" dream cannot be blessed by anyone, nor can it be shared with anyone. A little touch is a big, big hurt. I still have hope for this future, but the only remaining hope is broken one after another. After the broken, I have to rebuild it. After the pain, I have to be happy, because hope leads to dreams. Even if it is a very small hope, I do not want to give up.
Yes, such a dream is not allowed to be shared, and this little hope can also destroy life, because it does not allow others to touch - a casual remark, a stray glance, or even a slap in the face is normal. Gestures can lead to my hostility. But how can humility like me destroy life? Hope was shattered one by one, and I gave in step by step, until the bottom of my heart was only a glimmer of hope, alas, it was just a glimmer of hope.
In fact, such a dream needs to be shared with another person, and I also hope that it can be blessed by others. Instead of being suspicious of each other and hurting each other, we have become trusting and loving each other. Perhaps this is a new beginning, carefully guarding the only remaining hope, just like the beginning...
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