Boom was in the deep sea of dreams, looking for a gap in hope, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a beautiful moonlight.
Boom used to be a person without dreams, or he didn't dare to dream about those things at all. Living to see the sun the next day was the direction of his efforts. As for other things, they were fatal temptations.
Once upon a time, Boom also sincerely hoped that those gods really existed. As long as the miserable people in the world made their wishes sincerely, the day would definitely come true. However, as Boom gradually matured, he also denied it.
Those ridiculous ideas.
It wasn't until Rikka appeared beside him, and it wasn't until he became a companion with Christine that those dusty delusions broke out again, but every time they grew up, they were bound to experience the baptism of violent storms. Until today,
But this time, deep in the Jackdaw City of the Pava Federation, it seems that the bud has begun to show signs of withering. But Boom now has no time to think about more, let alone any ridiculous wishes. He only hopes that Glory
Ya is safe and sound, I just hope that all my companions can calm down, and I just hope that Rikka will still be alive in the end.
There are so many beautiful wishes and dreams in the world, but the cruelty and vicissitudes of the world have made the warmest things sad. The world wants us to do better, but generally does not want us to surpass anything. That situation is like being
For the ants surrounded by a fire ring, the viewer can only admire their efforts to struggle, but once the ants try to rush away, they will end up being burned to ashes.
Strong hope is a greater stimulant than any joy in life. Boom is a pessimistic person who is easily defeated by life; but at the same time, he is also an optimistic person who can rekindle his life with just a little warmth.
Arouse hope for life.
No one can control his wishes, nor can reality, but wishes control us. When wishes can be realized, people are happy, because they have a direction to work towards and life has meaning. But when wishes and reality
On the contrary, people are in pain, either self-torture or futile efforts.
If you miss the carriage, you can wait for the next time the dust will fly; if you miss some people, you will regret it in your life. Some things cannot be forgotten after they happen, but are buried deep in your heart. The future that cannot be waited for is the most painful.
Unexpected hope is the most hurtful.
Life always likes to tease us. When we are desperate, it will flash a spark of hope to us, making us unable to give up; but after we calm down, it will suddenly stimulate us so that we cannot be too happy.
Proud.
Broken hopes, aborted talents, failed careers, and thwarted ambitions often accumulate and turn into the so-called jealousy. There will be a person or a memory living in the bottom of everyone's heart, which cannot be kept or owned.
It is a tattoo in life. Even if it is tortured to death by tearing pain, we still hope that it will never scab.
Hope is like a family. Without it, we will feel that life is boring; with it, we will feel that working for it every day is an endless trouble.
Boom now does not have any unrealistic expectations for the future. He only hopes that he can live a simple life through hard work, with flowers on the balcony and paintings on the drawing board in the yard when the sun shines. Boom
I hope that when I grow old, I can lie down in a rocking chair and die quietly, and then go to the Hall of Valor, a place of laughter and laughter.
Boom has always felt lonely, with many wounds hidden in his heart. He was afraid of being misunderstood, so he kept covering it up until he realized that other people also had wounds in their hearts.
So he showed his wounds, hoping to find similar people. But in the end, Boom will be disappointed to find that everyone's wounds are different, deep and shallow. No one can comfort others, let alone understand others. He has no choice but to
Silently hiding those wounds again, he became even more lonely and indifferent than before.
It cannot be said that we are born like summer flowers, living perfectly and wisely, and death is like autumn leaves, which is also very far away from us. The most real thing at the moment is just a kind of generosity and forgiveness. To ourselves, others, and this world where disappointment and hope coexist.
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Pride is often nothing more than a misvaluation of ourselves, but vanity involves what we want others to think of us.
People will never be satisfied. When we have nothing, we want to get something; after we have everything, we want more; when we have lost everything, we hope to return to the starting point, to the simplest thing we have ever known.
moment.
What is more desperate than despair are those hopes that we are tired of hearing. In order not to be disappointed, we don’t even want to have hope. We try everything lightly and give in a limited amount. We just sit there and let life give us.
Whatever, we just take it, take whatever it is, and just watch it quietly.
I hope that everyone's body after death can automatically turn into a book, and the content of the book is the life of the deceased. In this way, some people become famous books, some people become banned books, some people become recipes, some people become maps, and some people become famous books.
It's the manual for the magic wand, someone is the registration book for the inn...
The whole world has naturally become a giant library. We read others, do ourselves, and wait to be read. It is a kind of torture that goes on and on. Although we can see through it, we can't break free, so we have to close our eyes tightly and lower our heads to move forward.<
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Sometimes, how we wish we could have a pair of wise eyes that can see through ourselves and understand everything about us, including all the beauty and desolation.
Those eyes can penetrate our most essential souls and reach the true self deep in our hearts. Whose words can solve all our confusions or give a sharp evaluation of what we do.<
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Boom's mistake was not that he knew too little about life, but that he knew too much. He had put far away the exquisite flowers, the pure light, the joy of innocent hope that he had in the dawn of childhood.
Left behind. He had quickly passed through romance and entered reality. He became fascinated with the gutter and the things growing in it.
The black wings swept across the sea of Qin, cutting the moonlight into pieces. However, Boom, who was planning to go to the frozen continent, suddenly stopped and floated silently in the sky.
Subconsciously, he reached for his waist, but the black wooden staff did not appear again. Boom looked down at his translucent body, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, but was instantly replaced by a more determined look.<
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"You can't fall down. At least you can't give up before you know that your companions are dead." Boom murmured, regaining his calmness again. I saw that the scarlet red in his eyes quickly faded, and the madness disappeared due to this.
Attack, even in a dream.
"Hoping to be reborn in another world in the next life is like the absurd wish a child makes for a shooting star." Boom knew that his soul did not like this world, and many times, he even felt that even the air smelled stinking. Boom hopes to finally find a quiet valley where he can eat food cooked by Rikka every day and listen to Christine's teachings. The green smoke at the mouth of the valley is curling up, where Perseus and Hastur are barbeque. Glory
Ya is wearing her black dress, and her indigo eyes are so unique in the sunset.