Looking for their destination, in my eyes, it is so impossible and ridiculous. In their hearts, I think, although they are hesitant, they are still convinced that they can reach it. On the other hand, in this society, the adult society, everyone has their own utopia, whether they can pursue it with confidence. From another angle, when you are laughing at yourself, or at others, do you still have the right to laugh? From another angle, we live, how sad everyone is, where is our end, where is our destination? We are snails without direction, we are seagulls with wet wings. Returning to a point of origin, although our destiny is so desperate, as long as you persist, you firmly believe that the scenery in the fog and the sun will come out, and everything will become a thousand scenes.
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