Chapter 11: Hey, Are You Still There?
Hey, hey, hey! Wake up.
Why?
But don't fall asleep, open your eyes and see that you still have a lot of petals to count!
One, two, three.
The seeds sown are blooming and are trying their best to extend with life.
Every time I spit out, it's a cry of fantasy.
Raise the sails of freedom, and the future is the vast sea.
With my arms outstretched, my rebelliousness was hugging me.
Are you there?
Hey!
Lend an hear
It's my world that growls at me.
The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, mixed with the sound of crying,
Eagerly wake up a sleeping man.
The noise is loud, but it is like it is always closed in a small house, and it cannot be transmitted effectively.
Crackling, crackling······
Who struggled to start a flame, which was ignited in the darkness and illuminated the black ink in the eyes.
The sound of a fire tickling the hearts of the people, and this small sound was transmitted from one side to the other.
I woke up in a trance and finally saw the world clearly.
Indifferent are those who are immersed in comfort and cannot extricate themselves.
The one who is cowardly, cowardly, has low self-esteem, and opens his mouth to make promises.
What is false is your determination;
The real thing is your laziness;
What is terrible is your self-deception.
If you desire change, you must give up greed.
If you want to achieve it, you must put it into practice.
If you want to live, then put love into it.
Life likes brave people, then you do brave itself.
Excellent promotes luck, and luck waits for excellence. But it doesn't always mean it.
That's because luck only comes prepared.
The scene in front of us is not the appearance of the coming day, but the present day is the fruit of other days.
Sink in the status quo, and end up with tears.
Yes,
We seek, explore, and struggle in loving and being loved.
I want to do my best to get that sense of security and belonging.
We plan to work hard, choose the base as the basis, and the second as the limit.
The youth without vain, the past without thoughts.
In the long time, choose your own heart, only rely on your thoughts.
The years are long and far away, if I let go and give it a go, what will I do?
But I would like to:
Have a spring and autumn dream, love and hate are not moving.