I believe that there is a paradise where Newton's laws do not hold,
So I stood on that blank riverbed that people called absurd, waiting for you to look back,
Please don't let me wander in this lonely battlefield alone,
The dangerous waves wash away the wandering dreams, but they cannot cool down a heart that longs for a hug.
To this day, I still don't understand. Is speech or hearing the first thing that humans degrade first?
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I remember saying: If anyone wants to know the true ending of this story, I will write the last chapter; if no one really understands it, I will write the final chapter.
Now, no one wants to know the ending, I'm done writing it;
But I don't want to write the ending myself.
If no one reads it, there is no question of whether they understand it.
This is a beautiful cardamom age that belongs to this era. It belongs to the characters who were born out of the mind of a thirteen-year-old girl. A beautiful cardamom age.
There are a few monologues that were not included in the article. As copywriters, if you have the opportunity to write the conclusion in the future, you will still see them.
I submitted the article, but no one paid attention to me. It doesn't matter. I threw away the article, went to bed, and got up and went to school tomorrow.
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