The future is like a flower in the fog. I walked through thorns and finally held it in the palm of my hand. With the gradually clear outline, I already had a clear understanding of it, but my eyes were blinded by the fog and could not see the color clearly. If I had never been exposed to the light, I would not know the horror of darkness, but after feeling the warmth of your palm, how could I be willing to be lonely and cold.
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