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Dreams originate from wishful thinking, delusions arise from ignorance, and innocence arises from ignorance of worldly affairs... There are traces of everything, and it is just a big dream after all. The joy of youth is joy and sorrow, pain and joy, innocence and innocence... It is a love letter written to that young man. Thank you for showing up and saying goodbye, but please don't turn around. I have already met the best person. Even though he is delusional... I also feel very happy. Everything is out of reach because I want to keep you in my heart as the most beautiful person. Please don't break it... Let me just be selfish.