I think many things are irreversible,
Such as injury,
Such as destruction,
Such as death.
I feel that this world has been contaminated with too many complex colors, so that I have begun to blur the original real things.
I want to peel off those glamorous surfaces and tell you the most heart-wrenching past. Although it is also the past that I want to bury.
This is really a story that is neither long nor short, so there is no need to be sad or mourn.
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