​​​​​​​Recently, I discussed with my sister some understandings about things I like.I have no boundaries on what I like.I like what young children like and what old people like.At that moment,I feel that what I like is contradictory and divided but not in conflict. As if the freedom of bondage, there is an extreme pulling line in the middle, shutting back and forth, and I am that line. I have the right to freedom of what I like, but I cannot get out of this universe of time and space, and I am bound. 

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