Oh, you're a good kid too?

 　　A comment on NetEase Cloud Music says that "good kids" aren't usually happy.

　　They're mostly taciturn, docile, and obedient, like a still valley without echoes, like the Dead Sea without waves, like a deserted horse track with no riders.

　　Good kids usually have their own secret garden: a diary, a space visible only to themselves, a never-updated social media feed, a pen pal they've never met, or a line of ants unnoticed under the window, or a plush toy stored away in the storage room.

　　Good kids, once they've chosen a friend, readily open up their colorful inner world, but because they're too eager, they almost never receive the empathy they crave. In the end, they're still alone. Once they've chosen a lover, their world revolves around them, but because of their poor, pale expressions of love, they can only helplessly lose the wild excitement and heartache. Good

　　kids have mostly cried secretly at night because of the many grievances they suffered during the day, unable to defend themselves, unable to impulsively storm off. Good kids are mostly very patient and reserved.

　　Good kids often harbor a rebellious streak: a drink, a swear word, a retort to their parents, spending money meant for practice books on magazines and novels, buying a bottle of water for their crush, loudly questioning a friend about why they told a third party their secret, demanding an apology, and perhaps even going to a bar to kiss their crush's cheek, playing a prank on their disliked teacher, traveling far away with their best friend, secretly comparing answers with their deskmate during exams, or reporting a school for weekend classes to the education bureau…

　　Good kids are rarely happy because they're constantly told what's wrong, how they'll ever succeed, what people will say about them, and how they can't indulge their desires without consequences. They're told not to disappoint them…

　　Good kids are often very restrained, controlled, and stoic.

　　Deep down, they feel increasingly lonely and sad. They obey orders, but their souls often cry out desperately within their lifeless bodies. Only they know the truth.

　　The deepest crimson blood is stained in the deepest recesses of my heart; you don't know, and I don't blame you. The cold water I drank turned into hot tears that flowed out; you don't understand, and I don't blame you.

　　Good children are mostly unhappy. They yearn for understanding, yet they never ask.

　　I've been a good child for twenty years, but I haven't become someone else's child, nor have I become cherished. I'm just a little wronged.

　　Are you a good child too? Are you also the kind of person who doesn't have much happiness?

　　It's nothing, just a little wronged.