[Who created these things?
A young voice sounded in my mind, a very familiar voice. I searched hard in my memory, but before I could find it, another voice sounded again.
It's God.
It's such a familiar voice, so familiar that I can never forget it - it's Hyun Mo's voice - such a distant memory.
[Why did God create so many evil things?
Suddenly I remembered that this childish voice was actually my childhood self.
To protect beautiful things. If there are only good things in the world, they are the greatest evil. God allows those good things to fight evil to maintain their good nature.
The conversation from a long time ago was clear and clear - how long ago was it?
The memory is too distant to trace back. Only then did I realize that many things had been quietly buried deep in my memory at some point, and I couldn't bear to throw them away or forget them.
[Father, can I always be by your side?
[Don't worry, you can't escape my grasp.
I didn't run away, you let go of your hand and no longer held me in your palm. I wanted to go back, but I couldn't.
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