We are always afraid that our words and actions will hurt others.

But in fear of causing more harm to others.

We are all children, with bad tempers, playful and troublemakers.

Unbridled towards those closest to him, he has no scruples.

Because I know, I never care, I never control.

But they're just children.

It's a child who has suffered more than you.

It's the kid who endures everything and just wants to save the sweetness for you.

We're all children,

No one is more qualified than the other.

Nor is anyone obligated to whom.

I don't want to be a kid if I could.

I want to stand up, walk the path you have walked, resist your sins, and be your protector.

Experience your hardships, and finally, like you, keep sweat and tears, and feed the sweetest sugar in the palm of your clenched hand into your mouth and into your heart.

Since then, I don't know what hardship is and what sadness is.

I only know that the world is beautiful, and there is nothing bad about it.

I only know that there is me, and there is you.

You guard my innocence, and I guard your future.

You tolerate my temper, and I accept all of you.

You stroked my cheeks, I dripped.

You took me by the hand and took me to see the scenery, and I took your shoulders to accompany you in the cold of the four seasons.

You were my once, and I became yours.

Chapter 54 of "Liu's Essays" Bitter and sweet taste is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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