——I stand here, I leave here
I kept my mind and put my hands down. Can't touch, can't touch everything.
The "I" of oneself will also become the "he" or "she" that others call...
It turns out that they (she) were standing at such a high place to see me, and when they were waiting for them to fall down, it would be "my" turn to gloat. The "I" seems to be the same...
When a shameless person reaches out his hand, how long can he kneel to get rich?
It turns out that "we" are so pure, why is it that life that seems to be the most ordinary life in the eyes of others is so difficult to achieve here.
Can you touch it? It's untouchable... Even though we have been hysterical countless times, "we" can no longer find an explanation for "us" ourselves.
Unbiased... It just so happens that "I" am the "luckiest" person...
(True and original, please do not plagiarize.)
Purpose: Unit chapter, problems in real society