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The familiar voice lingered in my ears. Suddenly I lowered my head and said to myself. It turns out that I am also afraid of loneliness, because I don't understand. The temperature is the hand you gave me, and the memories are waiting all night. It turns out that I am also afraid of loneliness. Only now do I understand that when I close my eyes to sleep, what I encounter is the loneliness left by you. It turns out that I am also afraid of loneliness. I wander alone and hug loneliness tightly. I imagine you are with me. Record the love story of the spotlight in the entertainment industry. This work is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.