A person's life goes from blank to colorful, and along the way, too many feelings arise in an instant. Be it sadness or joy, be it fragile or strong, we stubbornly keep it in our hearts and gradually build defensive walls in the black hole-like loneliness. I want to love desperately, but I am afraid of being hurt; I want to hate hysterically, but I can't bear it; I want to laugh without any scruples, but I can't find the source of happiness; I want to cry with sadness, but there is no reason to let it go. Perhaps it was because of being so law-abiding that I resigned myself to going on. That almost indifferent heart even made me feel terrible. If the pain is hidden and the heart is far away, will there be someone who allows herself to take off all disguises and find her true face as a woman?
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