Well, yes. I lost my memory and forgot who I was, where I came from, and where I was going. A bit corny, but it's true, true! And what's even more incredible is that I was stupid, literally stupid. Yes, I clearly realized that there was something wrong with my brain, otherwise why would the people in front of me who looked so similar to me have to be my parents. Parents? What is that? I'm tired, forget it, make peace with it now, find a place to pretend to be dead.
After many seasons (seriously doubt it is "episode"), I have grown up, and the magic is actually the branches of the little tree. Based on my observation experience of so many episodes, I seriously doubt that I am the "heroine" (based on so many years of experience in novels, but why are people writing novels so careless these days? I'm angry. So I decided to write one myself. What to write about? Then let's write about me. Where did I just talk about it). There is always a very strange feeling. Everyone around me is living in their own drama, so I am not the "heroine" because I have no counterattack and am not smart enough. I cry to death. (It's fashionable. I have learned to surf the Internet, but I can't always keep up with the hot spots.) Tell them that I am called "human" because I am different from others. I have brains and thoughts. I cry to death. What should I do? I have a stupid brain, so I am called "silly person"? The name doesn't feel very clever. Some people always say that the world is fake and we are actors with a script. Well, I think it makes sense, so I plan to give them a play within a play, a tide of death. The drama is about to start, please watch the VCR (insert a sentence, I want foreigners to die)
Intention: From the beginning of the great road, those who are moved by their hearts are all outstanding people.