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The flying rain is falling.
The shadow of struggling with fists is pitiful.
Over the years, puppets have stepped into colorful youth and looked around with a heart.
Do puppets with no expression because of enthusiasm have the right to pursue miracles and happiness?
Or, let all this be dominated by fate?
I like this sentence very much:
Gentle wind, gentle dreams, gentle morning sleepiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
Or:
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Youth, a topic that never dies-
Young and ignorant;
Rebellion, hesitation;
Gorgeous, surprise;
There are countless miracles;
There are infinite possibilities.
Stick to it, even if it is surrounded by dark and cold walls.
Look up, there is a window!
Believe:
Everything will be fine.
Is everything really going to be okay?
It is raining again.
It is raining again.
A day that will never change.
——2。 6。
On this day, it has been raining.
This is the first diary written by a high school student named Amaranth in a newly opened diary. The diary of amaranth always consists of one or two seemingly simple but profound words, which last for several days. Only I can read the diary of youth. ……