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Someone asked me to forget. Someone wants me dead. Someone wants that sword. Someone wants a lot of swords. Only those swords said nothing, but remembered everything. Neither she nor the sword will be forgotten.

Happiness is always in a distant place, and we gradually deviate from it on the road; the road is always at the foot of the pursuit, looking for the so-called happiness, but getting farther and farther... What is happiness, what is happiness? When you ask yourself countless times, you will find that when we think about happiness, happiness slowly slips away. Some people say: Fools can be very happy. I have always agreed with this statement. Foolish people don't deliberately think about what happiness is. They only know that what they reach in their hearts is happiness. Maybe it is a bowl of hot white rice, maybe it is a piece of warm clothes that is not shabby, maybe it is a happiness that cannot be simpler...