School, home, who's mother, who's daughter, whatever connection you think you've made with this world, go fuck and blow up the earth, but take that big-breasted girl you had a crush on in math class. What's so good about this broken place, seven billion people are actually the same person, it's better to blow up a magnificent fireworks.
Three out of five days, I struggled to fall asleep until dawn, and I always felt like something was holding me down, but the date moved mercilessly. Like a broken cog in a functioning machine, I secretly longed for an opportunity to violently stop the machine, or maybe waiting for him to turn around and lead me away. It's a pity that the sky will still light up again and again. I can't be a hundred times more courageous because of love. I can only cowardly look to the past, cowardly, and escape in the deafening August of the cicadas.
If someone loves each other, if they love enough, in the middle of the night I look up and see the starry sky talking and laughing and sailing, drunk and want to raze the whole world to the ground, bless you, friends, I bless you.
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