Everyone is a unique and beautiful flower. Isn’t there a flower that withers alone in the valley without being seen? Is a flower beautiful because of a dream, and it must be right to live because of a dream? It doesn't matter how fragmented the world is, close your eyes, close your heart, nothing is important, no one can hurt, and live a silent and ordinary life. In such a sleep-like tranquility, it is still necessary to endure sharp stimulation and injury, and the world is already crumbling, rushing towards collapse and shattering. Is it suicide or redemption, the rules made by self, in a world full of sin and hurt, do you face yourself and the world in this way and live? Flies mixed into milk, black and white, I know it, except myself; lazy and diligent, I can see at a glance, except myself; I know everything, except myself. The soul is wandering in this barren world, stumbling, living like a corpse, "Who am I, what is the meaning of my existence, who can tell me?" The soul has been desperate, the world is so dark, the rules set by myself are stuck. The soul, the more it struggles, the more it feels the power of restraint. Continue to indulge in the muddy and filthy reality, raise the gun and let go of everything, only the heart full of courage and facing the reality can see the future of life. In any case, try to live, with a dream, start again! Because everyone's life is a unique and beautiful flower.
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