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17 Long death

The smoke that fades silently and fades away with the wind, but it is so difficult to face and difficult to see, so difficult to find, so difficult to find, lonely and melancholy, difficult to find melancholy and foggy, in that anger, what kind of sorrow, what kind of loss, what kind of sorrow, how to cry, how to be difficult to extricate yourself.

Quiet, dead silent, silent, death-like, waiting, waiting, waiting, like a flame, like some kind of flame that burns incessantly, dodging, and evading.

Fleeing, and afraid, is so depressed, so out of place, so sad and out of place.

It's so sad, it's so uncomfortable, it's so far away, it's so fragile in that place, trembling in that place, it's hard to face in that place, how to apologize, how to confide in, how to be afraid, I don't know how to be so scared, I don't know how to be so good and afraid, I tremble like that.

Trembling, trembling, trembling, wandering, passing away, so impossible, so afraid, so afraid, so afraid, so afraid, so far away, that lonely soul, lonely heart, lonely and lonely heart, as if far away, so far, so far, so far away, I don't know what has become of everything.

I don't know what everything has become, it's just so free, free and destroyed, the wounds in the destruction are cracking, it's so empty, in that piece of loneliness, in that death-like tranquility, there is something, where to cough, whose deep breath, whose deep ** sound, and whose want to express it, but it is so difficult to express.

It's so easy to express it, it's so easy to forget, it's going to forget, it's going to forget all the pain and hurt.

What kind of lonely wandering, what kind of lonely loneliness, what kind of forgotten lost wounds, silently leaving, silently, silently, so leaving, so having to come again, coming again and leaving, a white fox leaping in the dust, leaping in the mountains and forests.

It is the snow-white light and shadow, it is the light and shadow that seems to be forgotten, it is the light and shadow that cannot be faced, it is the pain that cannot be faced, it is the right and wrong that must be avoided, what is right and wrong, sorrow and sorrow, it is far away, it is far away, it is far away.

Far, far away, as if you would forget so much, as if you would forget so much, as if you would forget so much. In that place of loss of consciousness and sadness, in that place of unavoidable feelings, in that place of empty pain, and difficult to extricate themselves, how to be good.

It is a spring of water under the sky, it is a rainbow on the sky, it is the right and wrong that is evasive and far away, it is the trembling heart, it is the heart that is so difficult to approach, it will be so sudden, it will be so sudden, it will be very painful, it will be the throbbing pain of a tendon in the body, there will be something far away, there is no trace, there is nothing far away, it will be so far away, it will be so far away, fly away.

It's hard to feel at ease in that place, it's hard to settle down, it's so lonely, it's so lonely, it's so lonely, it's so lonely that the wound is left open, and when the wound hasn't regrown, it's hard to tear it open, and when the wound hasn't healed again, it's hard to tear it open, and it's hard to tear it open, and the wound is ...... Tearing silently.

Dodge, leave, stay away, go away, and never look back, never look back, never look again, never look for it again, just wait like this, just wait like this, it is a quiet rain, a quiet rain, a rain that falls quietly from the sky, that is to dodge.

It is the rain of fear, it is the rain that will chill the heart, the rain that will tremble, the rain...... Low, so cold, so cold, waiting for whom, waiting for whom. But it was a cry. A helpless cry.

Crying silently, tears without traces, without traces, just in that indifference, who gently embraced, who gently re-embraced into his arms, and re-embraced into his arms, would be forgotten, would be forgotten, would be lost and lost. Is it so impossible? Is it so impossible, and not feasible?

So there has to be no reason, so there has to be no reason, between the staggered pain of the pain, slowly supporting, holding the heart, plucking it, deeply squeezing it, grasping it deeply.

Then, comforting himself deeply, comforting himself again, licking his wounds with his head bowed, the white fox comforted himself, a comforting comfort, a long-term and long-term comfort, as if it was so long, as if it was so short, as if it was weak, as if it was breathless, it was so trembling, it was so afraid.

He asked softly, "Are you gone?" ”

She lowered her head silently, breathed softly, and ** softly: "No, still no......"

There is something, what can't be done, still arguing there, still convulsing there, still being lonely and lonely there, letting something be lonely again, being lonely again, letting the bleeding wound no longer heal, as if it were ...... Wounds...... It won't heal.

The wound, the wound, the wound, just kept tearing, everything was so hard to do that it was torn, broken, torn for a long time, broken for a long time, and weeping so much.

In the midst of the struggle, muttering, muttering, what will be so far, will it be so far and farther, will it be so far and farther, it will be impossible to trace, it will be forever difficult to find, it will be broken? Was it a deep wound tearing and shattering?

It will be so repulsive, so lonely rejection, with so many nights, the white fox turns into a person, there is such a night, the soul turns into a fox, and walks away leisurely, the figure that goes far away, like a white smoke drifting far away, white smoke far away, a disaster far away, a dead silence far away.

Silence is whispering in that place, sorrow is silently ** in that place, waiting in that place, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for the rupture in the flowers, tearing and cracking in that place, worrying and helpless in that place, just indifferent and sorrowful, what is so far away, and so far away.

It's as if it's about to reach the limit, in the limit of the rupture, it's so godless, it's so soft, it's a deep breath gently, the air is full of the salty smell of tears, it's endless tears, it's the sadness of forgetting, but what is there to say...... Waiting...... Be strong...... Be a little stronger...... A little more strong......

Will it get through? Tell yourself that you will get through it, and you will get through it one day, the white fox will turn into a person, and the spirit will turn into a fox, there will always be a day when you will get through it.

Trembling, shaking, aching, crawling hard, crawling up, there is something to say: can't give up, can't give up easily, let the tears blur, let the cry and grief despair, let what quietly flow into the heart, into the heart.

The blood is still flowing, and the wound has not healed yet, so let the wound no longer heal, and let the cracked wound continue to split.

Will it be far away? Gone away like smoke, no longer seeking, no longer seeking.

Let the convulsions and everything disappear and disappear, there will be something, so piercing, so piercing, so painful.

Whose hand was gently held, it was his, just like when she was a child, her little feet reached into the cold water, and the moment her feet were put into the green cold water, the nerves of her whole body twitched. The nerves of the whole body twitched and were silent.

He asked, and the blue-haired man asked softly, "Are you okay?" ”

I want to answer no, I want to answer simply: "No." "Very, very bad, but......

When the sun fell into the water, when the sun sank into her eyes like water, she saw him, and she saw her eyes again, and she saw such a pair of eyes, wet and shining eyes, who had ever asked, "Why?" Why, exactly? ”

Although it was silent, there was something there to worry about, and she was swaying, she didn't want to, it was true, she really didn't want to.

I didn't want to be like this, I didn't want to sink like this, I thought about letting go, I wanted to give up.

Not only have I thought about giving up and letting go thousands of times, but in the end I found that I can't leave so much, I can't leave easily, I can't leave easily, and I worry about the wounds, just like the wounds there can't heal, they will never heal, and they can't heal.

Let go and let go, let go, it seems so simple, it seems so simple and simple, but, in the heaviness, looking into that pair of eyes, looking at that pair of eyes, there seems to be a hole in the sky outside the eyes, as if there is another piece of sky, it is an unreachable sky, as if it is such an unreachable sunset.

The sun is setting in the west, it is so far away, it seems so far, so far. It's so far away, it's so far away, it's so far away to forget and forget.

Gazing softly, gazing for a long time, the clouds drifted away, and behind the haze that the clouds drifted away, there was still a sky, a vast sky and sky.

Lonely and lonely are still there, the white clouds drift silently with the wind, she just waits and seeks so quietly, and searches for a long time.

So a bird in a cage, a bird in a cage that can't fly and can't fly far, he once asked her softly: "You...... Do you really want to put it out? ”

She nodded softly but firmly: "Freedom, expecting freedom, and expecting it." ”

Broken, like a crystal ball shattered like a dream, there was something to worry about, deep and painful, the white fox instantly turned into the appearance of a chanting spirit, but he fainted and fell to the edge of the river.