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Most of my sadness comes from love, or from the sadness brought by autumn and winter. I am not an eminent monk in an ancient temple, nor am I the protagonist in youth. I have never given up on the so-called world of mortals, and it seems better than ever. But I don't want to appear in other people's stories. I prefer that the people I love and the people who love me will never appear in my stories, at least while I am still alive. May the sun remain bright tomorrow. Even if I face death, at least today I will not be separated from what I cherish. Regarding life, I am used to pushing away or letting my loved ones run away every time, not because I want to alienate them but because I am afraid that I will hurt them. I'm very stupid, like a monkey who takes off people's handcuffs. I never knew it was just a bracelet. In this world of right and wrong, I once again control myself and restrain myself. As it is said in "The Sad Book": I am sad, but I pretend to be happy because I am worried that people will not like me when I am sad.