Whenever I'm on the verge of collapse, my mind will turn memories into pictures one by one like a slideshow and browse through them one by one.
Memories of being a left-behind child, memories of campus violence during school days, memories of crushing in adolescence, memories of being confused after graduation, memories of living in poverty after work, and memories of the death of the person closest to you. . .
If memory could speak, it would be a child crying.
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I thought I was the saddest person in the world, and my memory was filled with blue pain.
Until one day, I discovered that I could hear the voices of small animals around me. Some of them are pitiful, some are angry, some are 'cynical', and some are. . . Asking me for help! But, what can I do to help them?
Unintentionally, I rescued a little squirrel that failed in the "battle" and fell from the tree, and everything changed wonderfully. . .
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Concept: Memories are sad or missing, and there will always be a "hole" in the heart that cannot be filled. Then hug yourself and play with your "imperfect" self.