To be precise, there is no comment, only feeling. In the tears I can't hold back now, I can't use my logic to organize "comments".
Just like the music at the end.
Life is serious, even heavy, like the sound of a drum, knocking it down, making you tremble. What makes these, with the tactfulness of the cello, and the plucking of the piano? Perhaps it is the line-"Persist in speaking the voice of truth."
We will doubt and hesitate, but we must persist.
One of the commonly used tags in this video is "inspirational."
I don't feel much about motivation.
There are indignation, worry, passion, and temporary victory with blood and tears. There are many, but there is no motivation. I thought, yes, comfort.
When the suffering in other people's lives appeared in front of me in such a shocking form, I was burnt to death, and the scarred body fell like dry wood when it fell, and it broke with a click, and I felt a little silly. This kind of thing written in the book, as long as you don't imagine it when you read it, you will delve into the situation, and will only understate the "truth cruel" and pass away. When these things appear bloody in front of your eyes, there is nothing to say about them.
And such an unbelievable thing turned out to be the real life of some people. So common, so ordinary, so natural.
I can finally try to feel it far away.
So I couldn't help but become angry.
Everyone has such unfair, sad, and even terrifying experiences in their lives. These pains do not need to be compared.
Eggs are equally fatal to people who are allergic to eggs. Even the eggs look really inconspicuous.
Just because we have "sympathy", we see the victory of others as if we have defeated our own victory.
comfort. With the world people.
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