The dream began when I was in my second year of high school. But just now, it ended abruptly, leaving behind a few hazy outlines. And the girl in the dream, and the woman I saw last night. There's a kind of solvent that can blend purity with allure. I'll tell you what it's called: time. If you think it's the entertainment industry, you could become a director and exploit the corrupt society around you. I like to call that girl Dan. In my eyes and in the way I think, she became an innocent white mouse, a test subject for my theory of time. My experiment's conclusion: the best way to tell a girl from a woman is by the shifts in their senses and thoughts, not by the so-called layer of freshness. Appearances may stay fresh forever, but the essence is ordinary, subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death. Girls have two membranes, one physical and one spiritual. They are also the essence and the appearance. The story between us is very plain. But to me, it may be an Andersen fairy tale, as well as a collection of tragedies from a harmonious society. This...
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