You said that the sunset on the horizon, along with the low buildings on the roadside, will remain forever in the core of beautiful dreams.
You said that the chirping of cicadas in the summer night wraps up the restless chirping of the cicadas, sinking in the summer night wind
You said that the roadside stalls place ordinary hopes on each other, playing in the fireworks of the market
The clouds in the sky are reborn, coming and going
Our stories come and go again, stop and go
I recite the songs that I don't know when they were left in my mind, and pursue the vivid scenery.
It seems that everything is so beautiful and innocent
In the past, I looked at time, and now I travel through the silhouettes of time and space.
Every moment is as bright as a firework
But the dazzling backside was tortured and conceived
Luck and perseverance are the keys to the future
I want
The one who wanted to avoid crying no matter what she went through
Stay in that ordinary night
With endless regrets and memories
I would like to dedicate this book to her in the bubble
——All delusions are mirror reflections of real memories, and multiple personalities are actually parasitic carriers of group psychological trauma.
Intention: INFP's path from low-level to high-level
