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Author's words:
This may be an endless story. A child's boring monologue is just a processed record of some life.
It's just the author's own eyesight of the world and everything he feels.
Therefore, I just started writing randomly without any basis.
What is life like...?
From a child to an adult, from immaturity to maturity, in this process, we have experienced countless baptisms of loneliness.
In the field that belongs to you, in the corner that belongs to you, how much has been buried in your heart.
Give these to yourself.