This is just a period of misplaced youth, just a period of brokenness. They are also girls in the delicate flower season, but some flowers will never bloom after all, but they can wither the most beautifully; they are like white jade reflecting the sand, but the more powerful the treasures are, the easier it is to break. Each of us is the same. We are all angular cubes when we are born, and we need to be refined and rounded every day in this flashy world. Gradually the edges and corners were smoothed, and it became less likely to hurt or collide with others. It was harmless but easily injured. We have not forgotten that those edges and corners are also flesh and blood, and every change is a new wound. This book can be a story, or it can be a real life. Good dreams are easy to wake up from. We will eventually have to make a choice between eternal life and the collapse of the earth. Birds with broken wings will fall, and falling means farewell, but if this is the only way to embark on the same journey, they are happy to do so. This journey together is this book: Different Wings Follow the Same Journey.
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