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You're going to feel lost in there, you're going to be scared there,

Many times, when it was very lonely and lonely, there was still no one to accompany me.

Still in that loneliness and loneliness, I can't find someone who can accompany and rely on each other,

Just feeling lonely there, just feeling lonely there,

And in that loneliness and loneliness, learn to be strong, and learn to be strong in it,

In the midst of it, I learned to be strong and forget everything and look for it there.

What is there is scattered there, and there is missed,

It's like you'll never come back. When whoever turns his head there and leaves,

It was a coldness, a sorrow, a despair, a forgetfulness,

In that sorrow and forgetfulness, what kind of helplessness there is,

It's as if I feel a kind of loneliness and weakness in it, and I can't do anything about it.

will feel the pain there, and bear and bear a pain in it,

And in the loneliness and pain that does not escape anything,

will learn to be very strong and strong in it,

What was found there anew, and what disappeared again in it,

It's as if something in that life has disappeared there,

There is something that is shattered there, as if it were in the midst of it that will be so silently shattered,

And in that there is a general existence of the one that has been destroyed.

It's there to be melancholy, it's there it's empty, it's there, it's powerless,

It's like something you don't want to be there, it's like something you don't want to be there,

It's like something there is so timid that you want to hide,

Just there for a long, long time to dodge, right there for a long, long time to dodge.

Because everything will be so real, and it will be unrealistically like this there.

When everything is shattered there again, when something is there as truthful and true as it is there.

What there seems to be is what is destroyed there, and what there seems to be is what no longer wants to exist,

It was in the midst of the destruction of the like.

It's in that place where I'm at a loss, and there's fear and trembling in that place,

It is there to tremble, there to forget, and there is the struggle of life,

It's like a struggle in the midst of life itself,

It's as if I'm struggling silently there, and I don't want to resent anything anymore,

Everything will be in that in a kind of plainness, and in that plainness,

You won't find anything there, and you won't find anything there.

What is there that is difficult to say, what emotions and words are difficult to pour out there,

I will feel a fainting there, and in that fainting, I will feel a kind of powerlessness,

I felt a kind of dead silence and death. It's there to feel prostration,

It also seems to be something that is very reluctant there, and it is a struggle in the reluctance there,

and struggled very hard in it, as if he would die there in the midst of that struggle,

It seems that even if you will die there, you will not want to give up there.

It's a kind of confusion, and it's also something that isn't needed there, as if what exists is something that is impossible there.

Why is there something possible, and what is impossible?

But in the midst of the possible and the impossible, why can't we always find a balance between them?

I can't find an equilibrium point in it, and I will feel a kind of unhappiness in it.

It's like there's something in life that can't be supported there.

It also seems that there is a kind of self-righteous contempt and ridicule in it.

There is something that is plain there, and there is something that is indifferent there.

Blandness is the transparency and stillness of entering the water, while indifference is a kind of distant feelings and perceptions that contain coldness, strangeness and ignorance.