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The story was not touching enough and only a few people could understand it, but the storyteller cried first. It's you, it's me, it's the real story around me. This is not a novel, and it may not even be considered an essay. It is a special gift for myself. Each character in the story is a protagonist, some are warm and some are sad. Maybe you can find your own shadow. In this absurd world, we are neighbors with darkness, and there are always people who emit different lights, and are constantly throbbing for meeting us tomorrow. No matter how long the night is, the sky is still bright.