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I once had a dream, a very long, very long dream.

In the dream, I have too much obsession and paranoia, too much sadness and tears.

I used to think that the person who could accompany me to go on was him, he, or him, but in the end it was him.

This prosperous life, in the final analysis, is nothing more than people's troubles, but it's just self-inflicted. I want to get it, but at the moment when I'm about to get it, I choose to let go.

But I never regret it, just like I never regret having such a dream.

I walked for so long, I gritted my teeth when I was tired and continued walking, I watched the pile of bones getting higher and farther away, and I walked on it steadily, I never knew what was waiting for me ahead What is it, is it danger or happiness.

I have no choice but to go on.

Because only after walking, can I look back at the road I walked, then grit my teeth, face hope, straighten my back, and continue walking.