We are all walking through the fog, and eventually there will be a plane to take away the magic box of troubles. Forget everything, just talk about love. All love is tolerated, why not? Don't talk about responsibility, don't talk about ethics, it's all bullshit. To love and walk alone in love is like walking through a misty forest.
The traveler was tired after several days of trekking with heavy backpacks. In the morning, the forest is covered with thick fog, and the bonfire at night turns to ashes. The traveler was hungry and cold, but he only used cold food to satisfy his hunger. There was a beloved girl waiting for him in front of him, and he could not let himself delay for a moment.
The dense fog-covered forest smelled faintly of rotting corpses, and the direction of the path was indisputable. The walker moves forward resolutely and does not stop for a moment. The thick fog lingered on, and this forest was a tomb that could not be walked out after all.
The person in his heart is always in front of him. Fate has stopped the pursuit, but he can't take back the questing arm he stretched out last.
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