Post-90s, especially post-95s
An existence like a little monster, in this distant and rampant era, growth, love, and friendship all seem to be happy. But who can see that those simple hearts, constantly tempered in a complex society, have long lost their original purity.
We cannot see their injuries, but we can feel that their innocence has long been lost over time;
We cannot see their injuries, but we can feel the helplessness from deep in our hearts;
We can't see their injuries, but we can feel the screams from the depths of their hearts and their struggles...
This era is destined to create them who will be both strong and vulnerable.
How many injuries did they bear in those days of rampant violence?