It's just the same thing, and I didn't ask for anything else at all.

It's not a little bit scared, if you rely on finding a pattern, it may be to disappoint them.

Yu Sheng himself didn't know what was going on, how to tell them.

Shen Wen often came to ask, but after asking, he realized that he was afraid that he didn't understand anything because of his own little thoughts.

The deepest despair in my heart, that's all fake.

Besides, other people's understanding of themselves must only be a part.

If you can see it, then you can see it, and if you can't see it, then forget it.

It doesn't have to be to know something, but to think about it, so that you can do it better.

Are these people afraid that they can't see it?

If he had seen it, he wouldn't have said that.

Anyway, when you think about things, it's as simple as that, and you don't need to think about anything else.

I remember that at the beginning, I understood, but then I gave up.

It's really not prepared to take all this to heart, occasionally some people, or some things, and then there are a lot of actual things that I don't know at all, and I don't understand.

These professional players, many times, have little to do with things outside of their bodies.

For him, that's just the thing.

It's still the same situation, but for the rest of it, it's gone.

After all, when it's time to think about things on your own, it's not enough.

Now that I know Yu Sheng's thoughts, I know, and occasionally I feel his thoughts, and I feel like a story far away from me.

It's simple to say to others, or so many words, and there are still many things, but these are not a little bit worse.

Even though time flies, but in the end, there is only a little bit of me.

If you really ask for it, there's nothing you want to care about.

I will still think about it, and I will still understand it.

I will know that during this time, don't think about anything, don't feel too much, there is nothing good.

But in fact, it has been a long time, and there is really nothing to understand.

It was like a time in the past, and he thought about too many things.

It's all stories, and you have to think about it yourself to be right.

Everything else, it's fake.

Don't ask others to think about it, after all, they don't know what they think.

Anyway, things have already turned out like this, even if it is for a while and a half, nothing is found, but at the last moment, it should be a little rough.

Whether it's good or not, I don't expect to know.

All your thoughts, to him, are just a moment.

What is clear is the past, and what is not clear is just a little bit of the past that I know.

He was scared, afraid that he would be lost from the very beginning.

I couldn't find anything else, and I didn't have anything to think about.

It's really when you decide, you already know that this is the best.

It seems that everything other than that has become easier and simpler.

When no one understands, or no one understands, all you see is yourself.

Occasionally, someone else will appear, but it's irrelevant, and there's nothing to look for.

If it's yourself, you can understand what it's for.

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