The young man in the abyss squats in a deserted corner, secretly hiding his tears. He is unable to face the violent storm of the world. Perhaps the "future" is his salvation.
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The young man turned his head, not wanting anyone to see him in embarrassment, but the door opened, and a pair of small white hands held his limp hanging palms. It was a summer, and the child in the rainstorm blinked his big eyes, "Brother, don't be sad, I'm here to protect you!"
Purpose: I hope that young people will eventually break through the darkness and have the right to enjoy all the good things.