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Chapter 7: Back to the human world, the sadness of holding one¡¯s head high

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    What does heartbreak sound like?  Silence Silence Silence, Silence Sound.  She comes from the night, the elf in the night, I, come from the darkness, I am the night god. One day, I abandoned the night god and yearned for the light. She asked me for help in the darkness. At the same time, she needed a soul partner, I  Only in the light did I realize that I could not save myself. I belonged to the darkness and could not go back. I watched her being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit. If "If you are willing to peel off layer by layer  Open my heart, your nose will be sore, you will shed tears, as long as you can hear me and see my whole heart. "Everyone who deeply loves music basically hopes for a beautiful and peaceful world," written by Mayday Ashin.  The song for entering the battle, in the lyrics, "The paintings are brewed for a long time, and the sorrow will be relieved by a drink. I have no regrets about my wasted youth, I only wish to have great ambitions!" It has the flavor of a scholar who is patriotic but hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. He hates how ignorant the world is. It is obvious that he loves  I think of China in my heart, and I love all people in the world who are true, good and beautiful. However, reality and history are cruel, full of calculations, ignorance and hatred.  The lyrics of "Life of Pi" are so well written: "The gods have left, the ghosts are carnivaling, and people are entangled, who was born with the wrong blood, who grew up with the wrong color, who dreamed of the wrong expectations, drifting in the boundless ocean is not called loneliness,  The darkest part of the night is not the darkest, but the endless disputes between people, pushing you and me to the farthest extremes, heresy, extremes, and leftover regrets. " Happiness can be contagious, and so can unhappiness.  An ordinary Nebula Street, an afternoon rain in the sun, a shallow rainbow in the sky, and a person walking slowly. That person's nickname is Youyu, Youyu Chengdi, Youyu Emperor.  He pointed at me, and I looked back. There was no one, so it should be me. I opened my eyes wide and gestured to me what to do?  He shook his head and simulated the seventeen chapters of real life.  What is true becomes false, and what is false becomes true.  I wrote down all the women I knew in the book. There were only two Western girls in my mind. One was written as the goddess of happiness and the other was the blonde god of death. Both of them were extremely beautiful. One had long, wavy golden hair.  One has long, thick blond hair. Maybe every oriental man has a blond woman in his heart. Happiness doesn¡¯t have much intersection with me, and blond hair only has a shallow relationship with Wang Feng. The wind leaves traces.  Until it dissipates.  I recently got to know Brother Yang and found that he is an honest and gentle person.  It has been raining continuously outside again. To use a very ugly phrase: "I can only hum." I will leave Neihu tomorrow morning to work far away for three days. If it rains, it will be bad. If it doesn't, there is nothing we can do.  Those who asked me to take over the duty all refused because they were not here and there was nothing they could do if they wanted to.  Meeting Brother Yang reminded me of Shan Min. People with the same personality, birds of a feather flock together?  Chapter 17 of Real Life is a chapter updated by Lord Snow Eagle late at night. Many young people applauded, it was indeed a bit touching, and then they looked forward to it. If you have expectations, there will be two results: disappointment or fulfillment.  I shook my head and looked at him standing on the street, wanting to tell him that living a fake life is so fake, and his fakeness is real. It¡¯s such an irony of the rules of the world. I don¡¯t blame him for finding it difficult to become real. People in the world are like this, how can they escape from being fake?  Really, can't, can't, as long as he lives in the present.  The happiest time is to see thoughts that I have never thought of, then to read a book that I like very much, to hear a song that touches me, and to see a movie that I like. These are the things that an individual can have before the age of thirty.  of deep joy!  What now?  Happiness is easy to come by, I focus on the silent cry, the wronged life, the low-level world, the unspeakable helplessness. They said that I was like a fairy before and now I am like a human. The eyes of returning to the world, the sadness of holding my head high.
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