We run forward desperately just to avoid being changed by the world.

But is this possible?

I have no idea.

Most people like to live in groups and like to follow the crowd, so do I.

More or less, we are all changing.

It blooms warmly and grows wildly, splendidly and brilliantly, with the depth of the distant and quiet sea...

How many colors are there in the world?

I have no idea.

As the world gradually fades away and the color fades, what is left?

I have no idea.

...

Only you know.

...

I thought a lot, but didn't mention it.

I read a lot, but I didn't say a word.

The sun is very bright and the shadow is long.

I don’t know what to say, nor do I know what is true and what is false, and I feel panic-in and at a loss.

Pretend to see nothing?

Look at how many absurd and weird things are around you, hiding in an unknown corner.

The world is beautiful, of course the world is beautiful.

The sun is also bright.

There are so many beautiful people and so many beautiful things.

However, the older you grow, the more confused you become. The older you grow, the more helpless you become.

This may not be bad either?

At least we learned to think.

What's the point of talking nonsense here?
Chapter completed!