Rather than saying that they are crazy, it is better to say that they are immature children, they just imagine the world is too beautiful, or they think the world is what they imagined. It's impossible to predict how many blows they'll actually break down after. It is impossible to predict how much courage they mustered to support the attic in their hearts.
Normal people, indifferent normal people, normal people who have become intriguing and deceitful after many battles. Who should really be ridiculed, and who pushed who to the brink of collapse? How far is each of us from madness?
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