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I can't write poetry I just watched silently I can't sing I just listened silently I can't express perfect love I just pray silently

What you call sympathy is to face your own pain.

If I can meet you one day, I want to call out loudly for your future with me.

No one knows what the world in dreams will look like, but destiny blossoms and bears fruit in dreams, walking and searching all the way to find our true face. Maybe you are dead in the dream, disappearing like water in the water...

After all, martial arts is not a one-person martial arts world. There are too many things in his world that feel like old friends at first sight, but there is a lack of chance encounters like this.

A schizophrenic patient builds a real world in his mind. Can he get out of that world and return to reality?