Life has an end. Heaven is not far away from me, right? I have forgotten when I started thinking about this problem. It seems so long ago that a century has passed. I am just so tired from living.
"... You must live hard. When God wants to play with you, I will wait for you at the crossroads at dusk and hold your hand to create our future. Until then, you must always smile brightly..."
God! When will you notice me...
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