The philosophical novel "Lost."..EP2 The feelings of people

There was a moment.

That the plummet is too deep to describe in words.

So deep that even "his name."

I can't call it off again.

Not because of forgetting

But because I know

If accidentally calling it when

Every sound will come back.

Speech

Tone

The sentence used to be believed.

It'll run back in at the same time.

Too fast for the heart to catch up.

So I chose not to call.

Like someone who knows there's a storm behind that door.

And just don't open it.

Still have the strength to continue living

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In those silences,

I saw myself.

More obvious than ever.

Saw a girl.

That is very good.

Good without paranoia

Well, the model doesn't think sincerity will be used as a tool.

I saw her on a date that wasn't addicted to anything.

Light

Clear

And believe in the world.

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And then I saw another picture.

Her picture.

On the day of the first danger sign,

A small sign.

So small that she chose to explain instead of defending herself.

She told herself that.

"It's okay."

She chose to stay.

In the deep

There's something in mind trying to warn.

I want to go back and tell you

She didn't think too much.

You're just too honest with your feelings.

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There are many nights

That I kept asking.

Why did you do it?

Why did you go?

If finished since then

Life wouldn't have to be so broken.

Why don't you mind?

Why not love yourself more than that?

-

Sometimes.

One idea will float up.

He must think he won.

Win repeatedly

Without doing anything else

And then one question will follow.

Did he really win?

Or

I just lost myself.

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There was a day when I cried again.

I thought it should be over a long time ago.

Crying for the last ten years.

Ten years of sitting and making cards for someone.

Intend to choose words

Intend to choose color

Intend to choose love

Without even knowing

Its destination.

Doesn't exist.

-

The cruelest truth.

Not being deceived.

But the discovery that

Even the most beautiful memories.

Maybe it's made up of untruths.

And the people in there.

Probably never been who we thought he was.

-

There was a period.

I still have a heart.

Hopefully it's probably not entirely true.

I hope life isn't that mean.

But nostalgia

It's too tortured to keep it alone.

So I told this story to my best friend at the university.

I was embarrassed.

Because at this age

I should be smart enough not to be fooled.

I should have known.

I should have been stronger.

-

But my friend

Not laughing.

Not judging.

She's just listening.

And said to me,

"I used to meet like you."

"She doesn't have to think too much."

"We should give the heart of those who love us.

It's not the person who makes us so sad. "

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That day.

For the first time.

I didn't feel

Stupid yourself.

But feel that

I just...

Ever really loved