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60 Suddenly confused

Wrong, wrong, wrong, nothing too good, nothing too bad, what kind of fear there is, what kind of fear there is, what will be there to be afraid of, and so real, it will be there to exhaust and be real, it is a real trance, it seems to be a real fault, it seems to be a real forgetting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info forgotten time, forgotten mistakes, just at a loss there.

What kind of incredible, what kind of reality, and what seems to be passing there, like the passage of time, like the passage of years, like the passage of a long past, what is missing is so missing.

What disappears is completely gone, what kind of impossibility, what kind of unreal, unreal beauty, unreal mistakes and mistakes, just there to laugh, just there to mock, just there to mourn.

It's just so sad and lonely, she looked at the strong wall in front of her, hesitated for a while, the white fox was still walking straight forward, just like that, still moving forward, just so not only did not stop, but accelerated the pace and ran over, as if she wanted to hit the wall there.

"Minstrels? What's wrong with you? Are you so weird? Yun Die was really unbearable, incomprehensibly rushed over, stopped her, and just hugged her, Yun Die faced the white fox in her arms who was still struggling, her voice was sharp and hoarse, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what you're doing? Are you crazy? Is that a wall? Are you going to hit the wall? Fool, what's wrong with you, just one step away, just one step away from you being a human body forever, you can become the person you want to be, and you are hitting the wall here? Do you know what you're doing? Are you evil? Yinling, you're going to hit the wall? Have you fallen for evil? ”

The white fox's spirit was still in her arms, nervous and twitching, for a long time, she seemed to have some reaction, she seemed to hear the voice of the cloud butterfly, and she didn't hear it very clearly, she didn't hear it very clearly, she seemed to not hear it clearly.

What kind of loneliness, what kind of loneliness, what kind of sadness there is sad and painful to hurt the body, as if a stream of heat is there to fill the whole body, it is the perception and feeling of pain, and it is also in that pain, and in the pain, it is already impossible, as if it is sad and impossible there, and what kind of sadness is not explained there, as if I am starting to become unrecognizable.

The heart is cramping there, the heart is messy there. I don't know why, just hiding there, it's a trembling dodge, and then, I don't know whether it's right or wrong, but I don't know what the reason is, and a lot of the reasons are not clear there, and then all of a sudden, it's like it's completely broken, it's broken.

What kind of confusion, what kind of forgetfulness, but there is a sudden lack of clarity, what there is there is cold, as if it is slowly cold there.

It's something you don't want to, what you don't want to be there, it's so reluctant, what kind of reluctance, what kind of absent-mindedness, what kind of thing is still there, it seems like it's so difficult to do, I just don't want to owe anything anymore.

It's just that there is something that I don't want to owe there, and I can't wait, and there is something that I can't wait, and all kinds of negative emotions begin to pervade there, what kind of emotions are diffuse, and what kind of emotional disorder is there, waiting there, but there seems to be so secretly and quietly laughing, but crying again.

It's so sad and sad that I cry, it's impossible, and it's like there's something that can't be done for a long time, where I hold my heart tightly, where I can catch it in pain and pain, and then the heart is emptied, and the heart is ...... It's as if I've taken time there, because I can't do anything all along, and I'm cowardly there, just feel useless, it's like going back to my childhood, back to my mother's arms as a child, and she's like sleeping in my mother's arms.

The drowsiness gradually came up, it was there silently, and it was suppressed there, and it was there to try to control herself, that is, she had to control herself well, control herself to face something, control herself to stick to herself, she silently said to herself in her heart: don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep in such a daze, don't pass out as if you were asleep.

She has to be sober, she has to be sober again, she needs to be sober, she should be sober, it's just ...... Memories, just memories of the mother's warm embrace, it is a very warm and warm memory, in that warm embrace, she can be there carefree, she can be there without fear.

She doesn't have to worry about it there, she doesn't have to be lonely there, because she has her mother by her side, she has her mother waiting for her. She doesn't fear attack, she doesn't fear hurt, she doesn't have to fear pain, the wounds and pain in her body, where it hurts, what hurts, what kind of pain struggles there, what kind of pain pervades there, what kind of heartbroken grief and death-like forgetfulness is there helpless, where the pain is pervasive.

Because of what you miss, the general rails that you missed, you have to miss it so much, not all the rails can wait until the next train, some of them are missed, or they die until they die, but, even so, because there is no room for regret and choice.

In the end, at the end of the day, it was still so chosen. There is suddenly nothing to do with yourself, what kind of cowardice there is, there is silence, there is extinction, there is destruction, there is struggle, there is pervasiveness, there is no goal and direction, there is something there as if all the harm is there.

What kind of hurt is deeply eroding the body, what kind of wound is so deeply eroding the wound, what kind of struggle, what kind of death-like struggle, and what kind of pain is eliminated in the midst of death, and the flow of pain is surging in the heart, what is impossible, it is like confusion and fault, what kind of fault, what kind of anger, what kind of difficulty is there, but there is still anger, there is still restlessness, as if there will be there and there, unable to control themselves.

When there is something wrong there, when someone leaves, when there is something not to think about, it seems that it is too long to recall, the empty memory, what there is is there is full of pain, pain and struggle in it, as if it is going crazy, as if it will die there.

What kind of dead silence is there painful and painful, what is there reluctantly, what kind of reluctance is there as if there will be dead silence. It was an explosion, as if something was exploding there, an explosion of destruction, where the death of destruction and fragmentation took root, what could not be done, where there was nothing that could be done.

Just trembling, just crying, just pleading, as if there was something to be hurt, as if it would be there for a long time, waiting for a long, long time, waiting there painfully and hard, what kind of ruin, what was impossible in the crunchy sound of the bell, and it seemed like something that would be so evasive.

What kind of evasion, and what kind of reluctance there, as if it were so reluctant. It's as if you're completely immersed in the water of death, and in the midst of that dead water, you feel your own breath, as if you're going to breathe, as if you're going to be completely resting there, and you're going to be so dead.

It's just that in the breathless water, I feel the non-existence of my breathing, and when I hold my breath, time passes there minute by minute, just so completely.

"Ahh......h

In that stream of time, there is something impossible, there is something that cannot be recalled there, what cannot be recalled, in that real cruelty, I just feel the burden of life, in the pain and burden of life, I can't feel the necessity of my own life, I just feel that I live a good life.

I want to die in pain, I want to die in pain, I am afraid there, I tremble there, I seem to be there as if I want to rest all my senses and feelings, suddenly I am lonely, I am lonely, I am so lonely, what kind of lonely feelings are trembling there, what kind of can't be repaid, what kind of can't be repaid, what kind of thing I can't repay, and what I have there has always been so little real and not real enough, gone, will go, It seems like it's so good.

But what survived, what survived again, was suffering there, as if it was painful there, very painful, what kind of pain was difficult to struggle with, what kind of pain there was, what kind of pain there couldn't be avoided, just desperately trying to keep something.

only to find that he and the warmest mother in childhood can no longer be recovered, and the beauty is always lost, which is like a spell, as if it exists for a long and long time, and it is also breeding there, and it is uncomfortable there. The discomfort twitched and the whole nerve was as if it would tear apart, and it was as if it would collapse there. Dead and silent.

What kind of misery, what kind of sorrow, what kind of pain there is but persistently waiting, and there hard waiting, this does not seem to be a reason, nor does it seem to be a result, at least, what is really looking for and looking for has disappeared there, what is there to disappear there, what is there to rise and fall bit by bit, is it a whirling wave?

It's still the surging of the new tide, or the cool raindrops that fall into the earth from the vast sky.

The raindrops were cool there, like tears, like the pain and tears of the sad and wounded, what kind of pain there was, what kind of pain there was, what kind of pain there wept, what kind of wounds were torn apart again and again without recovery.

It's not deliberate, it's not something that's staggered and wrong, it's not what you want to get and what you want to lose and lose the most, what you have is lost there, it's as if it's going to be lost forever, the pain is endless, the pain is as if it's there and doesn't stop.

There is no end, the pain is there as if it will die and die, what kind of pain hurts, what kind of pain erodes and invades, how long and how long it will be, what is like a foam on the vast sea, a plastic foam, where it rises and falls, where it is sad and broken, there is something broken.

There is also something that is impossible there, and there is something that is bullied and reversed in the waves of the sea, a kind of dizzy reversal, but also a painful reversal, and vomiting in that pain, a kind of sad and sad vomiting, crying there endlessly, what kind of regret and loneliness have been abandoned there for a long time, and there have been tortured and tossed for a long time, as if there will never be a chance to stop there.

The general that can't be stopped, just like the machine, like the machine, can't be stopped there, and it seems that it can't stop there, just want to lean on that shoulder, feel the warmth and warmth of whom, and feel what kind of sustenance and tolerance.

What kind of comfort, what kind of tears, where the tears flow, where the tears flow for a long time, where the tears seem to be unstoppable, what kind of resentment, as if there is a knot in the heart that cannot be untied, it will be very painful there, a very painful knot, as if every nerve of the heart is twitching there, what kind of convulsions, what kind of unsearchable and difficult to find there.

Right and wrong, wrong and confused, gain and the price paid, it seems that it is always difficult to be equal there, it seems that what is paid is always great and what is gained, and it always seems to be reversed, it is always so difficult to be equal, as if there will always be no way to be reciprocal, I don't know how long I will have to wait again, how long and how long I will wait there.

What kind of pain is reversed there, what kind of maneuver is reversed there, what is always impossible, what is always impossible.

It's so high, it's so unreachable, what kind of thing is so far away, it's so far away, it's a kind of unfamiliar distance, it's the distance of looking at the end of the world, and you can't find the way back.

The back, the back that no longer looks back, the indifference, the long-term and long-term indifference that has lost its enthusiasm, what kind of indifference pierces her heart like a cold arrow, as if it is there painfully piercing her heart, the pain overflows her bosom, the feeling of forgetting is also overflowing with pain there, just something that I don't want to get close to, just because I can't get close, just because I don't dare to get close, where it's close and far, where it's like leaving.

It's just being deceived there, being deceived for a long, long, long time, being hurt, but being at a loss in the deep and painful hurt there, and there is a deep and painful hurt that seems to be there and completely impossible.

What kind of rampantness there is, it is very weak and weak and the last rampant, that kind of rampant is as if it is just a mouth, it is all impossible what kind of grinding the skin of the mouth, everything is just like this, it is something that cannot be remembered, something that is weak, it will always be there and very weak and weak, as if it is there to collapse is generally a sense of powerlessness, as if it will be very weak and powerless there.

Waiting for whose figure, waiting for whose turn, looking forward to whose turn, looking back there, as if looking forward to a long life, just because of what you can't expect, just because you can't wait for something, and what you can't wait for, what is impossible there, what is impossible there, what is long-term and long-lasting, what is impossible there.

There is something very amazing and terrifying that trembles there, I don't know life and death, I don't know what is wrong and right, I don't know good and bad, but it's just sad, the little girl is crying and shaking her cold shoulders in the cold rain and sobbing there, as if it is the season of the dark cold rain, where there is no end, as if the night will not end, it is the darkness of the night, and it will belong to the same darkness of the day.

There is some kind of devastating silence and death that has disappeared and disappeared there, and it is a certain part of the heart, what kind of unbearable pain and trembling.