You may be cheerful, sunny, simple, optimistic, I may be autistic, dark, vicissitudes, pessimistic, we are always classified into different categories by such and such labels, qualitatively classified, and finally penetrated into our bone marrow Here, we become people of one kind or another, those who exist as fallen angels but wander between these labels, simple attitudes and bizarre occupations, simple desires and indescribable endings...
those Angels, have always used various appearances to cover up their inner world. When we return to loneliness and let our guard down, we show our decadence, and our appearance may be ruthless, or rambunctious, or rotten and crazy, but our hearts are all ecstatic. All alone, addicted, confused, and painful. How are they classified? Should it be naive? Or simple? Should it be free roaming? Or rigorous and meticulous? So they can only walk on the edge of classification, and keep falling into their own life, falling into the trajectory of life, falling into the streets of the night, falling into the memory that cannot be repeated.
Some people don't know each other even if they are with them for life. How do you know that the one around you will never become a professional killer, or secretly open someone else's shop to do his own business? How do you know that TA did not go to someone in the middle of the night like a madman because of the betrayal of others? How do you know they didn't dye their hair red just so that someone somewhere on earth could recognize them when they met again? how do you know?
In the face of distance, no one dares to admit their loneliness. So, does the person closest to your heart really know what number of angels live in your heart?
... no single label can define a whole person. In fact, we are all outside the classification... on the edge of classification or depravity or imperceptible depravity...
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