The night view of the world is like a sparkling diamond, reflecting dazzling light. Like a thief, I kept my head low and let myself shrink tightly in a dark corner. Let peace calm the anxiety. That is a kind of fear, and fear is a subtle emotion, and it is precisely because of this emotion that we can escape.

Life is like a child learning to walk. Some people never walk because they are afraid of falling, while others walk more because they will fall. And I'm like the one who never walks.

I don't think about gains and losses, just quietly let myself live in a corner. I don't have to pay anything, and I won't get anything in return. I just won't change.

I seem to have just fallen asleep. I may have heard everything around me, but I can't see it. Everything is in a half-truth dream. It is wrong to believe, and it is also wrong not to believe, so I chose an answer with no answer. Do I really care? No, I care. But I have no confidence. I'm not sure if I can trust myself. People standing under the halo are filled with happy smiles, and that kind of overly happy smile deeply hurts my eyes. I don't think I am like them. I can't laugh so happily while suffering. I don't understand why they can laugh without impurities. I want to know, but I dare not touch it. Fear of the truth hurts too much, or that strangeness is a feeling.

Standing in that distant and dark corner, no one will remember my existence, only I am still thinking about my own existence. And this corner will be forgotten forever, and time will bury all traces. Obviously, I'm close to that light. As long as I gently reach out my hand, I will have a hand, but with a hand, I will be found, found, and eventually my hand will leave me. I will stay in that dark corner, waiting for someone who remembers me.