When we are young, we are like the leaves on the treetops. They fall off when the wind blows. As for whether they will float away with the wind or spin and fall, it all depends on your heart. The past is for remembering, not for self-harm. The scary thing is not losing, but not turning back even when you know it's impossible, and not giving up even after you hit the wall. Sometimes, isn't it better to let yourself go? Wouldn't it be easier to live less clinging? The authorities are obsessed with it. She doesn't understand and doesn't think about it. She only wants to use her short life to exchange for the disappearing boy and the beautiful and pale youth.
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