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I want to walk down the street with a guitar in my arms,
headbanging while singing off-key pop songs. I want to sit alone in a tea
house on a rainy day, gazing at the scenery outside. I don't want my life to
be filled with countless things I don't like, because that would make me
feel like I'm just an unknown NPC.
In pop songs, there really is a shooting star to make a wish on, and the
scenery in the rain makes people happy.
Although I know that in this black and white world, many people just want to
live like shadows. Reality twists them and the aristocrats trample on the
bodies of countless shadows, singing hymns and constantly enticing the
elderly and children to join their singing camp.
"Oh my god! They're obsessed with material possessions!"
"They're morally corrupt!"
"They hurt the innocent!"
But they are us.
A warm home, a poetic life, and even an afternoon with green tea and
pastries are the paradise they dream of.
I often wonder, who wouldn't long for brightness and beauty? If everyone is
white, how could there be gray and black?
To change the old rules, you have to become the emperor of the new rules.
Along the way, there will be thorns and ridicule, but that's the price of
becoming the emperor.
What is growing up? Is it learning to bow down and live alone without
dignity? TV dramas often teach us that heroes who never bow down will always
be whipped until their skin is torn, and foolish undercover agents will
always live a materially superior life.
The unknown world, whether it's a paradise covered in water grass or a
straight road with an endless desert as the backdrop, will one day change
beyond recognition, and we will have to fight alone.
But these little joys that come from small things are everything in our
lives! How can we stop and give up?
We are patients with Chuunibyou Syndrome who will one day stand at the top
of the pyramid and shout to save the shadows, to save ourselves. We are
Chuunibyou patients who will not give up even if we are beaten until our
skin is torn.
Forgive our persistence, because we have already made up our minds to die
fighting for our dreams. |
