Great people save the world, pure people save others - those who are able work harder. So, all an ordinary person like me can do is to control myself and not be distracted by this strange and strange world.
All the ups and downs are precipitated in time. What you want to keep and what you don't want to keep are all carried away by the flowing water like the sand at the bottom of the river, and you don't know where it is being washed.
I know best in my heart that no one is deliberately alienating me, it's just that I stay where I am and feel at a loss.
I seem to remember who said, "Death is the least terrible thing in the world"? But why do people like me, who have already died once, still respond to "death" with incomparable fear and despair?
I want to live, I want to live well.
That's all.
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Red apricots are a scourge! I also feel that this description is a bit bland and not compact enough.
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Red apricots are a scourge! I also feel that this description is a bit bland and not compact enough.