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In this era of collective anxiety, in this silent era of self-identity crisis, I often feel as if I were suspended above the world, while everything becomes tasteless at the same time, but I also want to do whatever I want. If we get isolated from reality, what will we do? Will we vent our desires recklessly, or let loose in a mischievous way? In any case, it is right to have a good time first.