"September, are you afraid of the dark?"
"I'm not afraid. I'm just afraid that I'm not brave enough."
"Then why are you shaking all over?"
"Because I'm not brave enough right now."
In the darkness, we groped each other, stubbornly believing that each other was the other's salvation, but reality always broke through this meager trust. After all, we were not brave enough. The light never gave up on September, but September never let go of itself. Darkness is also a relief for September. No wounds does not mean no pain; giving up is also to stop losing. Fortunately or unfortunately, you know whether you are warm or cold.
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