It's strange that 51MB of memory brought me 51GB of data.

I met a cute and sad frog. I was helpless in the face of his sadness but wanted to help him get out of the pot.

He was right. The pot brought him warmth and comfort. He couldn't live without it.

Looking back at myself, I am not him. I am immersed in my comfort zone and it is difficult to extricate myself.

I can't save him with actions. Nor can I save myself. I can only rely on words. When he asked me to prove that I was not him, I couldn't prove it.

When he said he was the only one from beginning to end, my heart broke.

Where is the frog? This is clearly me.

My emotions couldn't help but change with his words. When he finally left the pot, I was at a loss. I couldn't believe that I succeeded.

For him, he is just a frog I met in the vast sea of ​​people. For me, he is just a friend from another world.

Nice to meet you frog.

I wish you happiness in another world.

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