2 In the distant air, there are many, many things lost there,

The emptiness of memory, the emptiness of feeling,

In that emptiness, she could not weep,

Everything no longer leaves her much time and space to cry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She barely had the right to cry anymore.

She had to struggle there, even if it was in a state of helplessness,

And in that struggle, I endlessly forgot and suffered something,

Just because of what exists, and only because of what disappears,

What exists, what exists, disappears there,

It's completely gone, maybe it is, or maybe it isn't.

That's a kind of persecution, that's a kind of coercion,

But it seems that it belongs to life only there,

It's as if it's a threat and persecution of life itself.

She is spending time in the movement of life,

She was just wasting and consuming in this pain.

It also seems to be there, something that has disappeared silently.

It's confusion in it, and it's hard to be in it,

I also feel troubled in it, and in the midst of that embarrassment and trouble, I am at a loss for something,

It's something that is reluctant, and it's something that can't be approached with it,

Many, many things that can't be approached there,

It also seems that there are many, many things that are hard to find there.

It's as if you can't find it there.

Running away, what is running away, what is also in that uneasy and difficult to get close,

What you have is what you can't get close to there,

What is there, reluctant but still reluctant to force himself.

It's there to force myself step by step,

Spending his life on the dry road,

Even if it's so painful and forgotten, what kind of consumption and consumption.

What exists there seems to be non-existent,

What is there, what is gone, what is vacant and blank,

What is still there, what hurts very much,

She just doesn't know what's going on with everything?

In the midst of that helplessness, she just trembled there,

She was just immersed in the silence and void of her own place,

Just immersed in your own troubles and uneasiness.

She didn't want to be too upset about herself,

She didn't want her heart to be so messy.

She just felt the pain there,

What kind of uneasiness and helplessness did I feel in it?

With what is hard to find and find,

Many, many things are hard to find and find there.

She was still there and didn't want to give up.

Even if you can't find it, you can't find it,

But I'm still there and want to try it,

It's just that you have to bury your head and try it.

It's so stupid and stupid to use the stupidest and stupidest way,

No matter how stupid you are, you are there to work hard, and you are there not to give up,

Even if it's out of breath.

When you are about to lose your breath, take a little breath,

And then, right there to let go, right in the middle of that completely and completely letting go and letting go,

Knowing what is at fault there,

It also seems that there is something restless there,

But what is there is is just there and becomes distant,

It's like something that's getting farther and farther away.

There is no other way than to try to find the answer.

At least the little white fox has nothing to do.

She knows that it is very difficult, and she knows that she is unwilling to do something.

But she was still there to force herself to take that step, just because she had to.

Since there is no choice there, since there is no way to do it,

So just go on, just keep it up,

No matter how hard everything will become,

No matter how much you can do,

Everything is still struggling there, do your best,

Do what you can.

There will be some difficulties, and difficulties will always be there,

There will also be troubles, lots and lots of troubles,

Many, many worries that are left out there.

What is there is that is cold there,

What is there is also unfamiliar there,

There is also something there in the cold,

It's like it freezes and freezes the mind,

It's something that can't be done anymore,

It's also a general one that is difficult to choose.

In life, it seems that there will be too many and too many choices.

And in the midst of that abundance of other choices,

Looking for a way to live again, just trying to survive there,

It's just that if you want to survive in a very simple way, you have no other ideas.

However, even if you just survive, it's as if it is very difficult to survive there.