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Sometimes, narration is just to commemorate one’s existence. It is like the vicissitudes of those who count down time. Day after day, year after year, my heart counts every cycle of time. But it is also like a person guarding the independence, sitting alone beside the river and watching every wave put out on the river. I just want to cherish the world axis that I don’t know when it will suddenly break. If, obsolescence is just a kind of sadness, which cannot be copied, but it often strikes. The years are like moving in the silent time. The red and green brick walls covered with moss and the old wooden buildings covered with black and white walls all show a familiar old smell. The chair with a creak, pressed against the heavy old body, just sat alone in the alley. The turbid eyes had already lost the most colorful color in the world. The dust that penetrates the sunshine is still lingering here, jumping excitedly, floating, and slowly silent in a dark corner, continuing to write the traces of history in the next chapter. I hate the feeling of missing the past, but it is easy to see some familiar things, familiar scenes and the same dialogue. He also let himself miss and Miss involuntarily, and then his mouth was full of the smell of old vicissitudes. If, words attach power. Always when I was about to give up, what I said to myself was just a bloody killing, but it could let me continue to face it. No matter what the ending is, I have persisted in some things. I just stick to the end, but what I get is not the result I want. Does this make me look stupid? But I knew it was silly, but I still kept being silly. Some things, I said to myself, as long as they still exist, can not give up. Because nobody knows the result, but if you give up, that is the result. Three lives, three lives. If I live, if I live for the world. Why generation after generation. Do your best and listen to the destiny. So, now, no matter what, I insist on doing it. Although it is a kind of self-oppression without words and a way of self-abuse. At least, I can prove that I still exist in this world. The world is really small; The whole life is really short. Jumping out of the universe, the world is just a sphere. Through time, life is just a few decades. The bizarre Society and the ups and downs of life, and what is the expression. No one can predict tomorrow’s life, but can arrange tomorrow’s life. Who can’t guess? We are just puppets in the hands of people in another world. If God is the director, it is both crying and laughing to arrange you to cry. Because it cannot be proved, everything is still a scene in life. If, words attach power. The truest thing is just self-comfort and hypnosis. However, it does have power, along with killing blood, which can make the heart stronger. If I only shortened my life course, it would be my shortest journey. The only thing we can do is not to give up what is in front of us easily. Until the end, there was no result.

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