4 It is something that would be very frightened and trembling,

And what is there that is cherished and cherished there,

There is something in that little excitement, too,

Also in that excitement,

What there is in that indifference,

What there is there is starting to get difficult,

What is there there is constantly being opposed there,

It seems to have a lot of troubles,

In the generation of that trouble, and the inability to approach and forget something,

I just want to work hard in it,

Also struggling with the net running and running and running something,

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That's a very calm thing,

And in that calm,

Hold yourself well there,

Also in that self-esteem,

There learn to be content.

In the midst of that I want to learn to be satisfied,

Learn to be content with one.

Because many, many things are unfair there,

There's a lot of what's hidden in it,

Because there's a lot of what,

It's all kinds of bits and pieces there,

Also in that fragmentary emotion,

And fragments of no perception and feeling,

What is there, what kind of surprise and forgetfulness is produced in it,

Some of the things that are said there are true,

But some of the things,

It seems that something that feels unreal there.

It's just a vain thing,

A lot of things hurt in vain.

There will be a feeling of tiredness,

In the midst of that weariness,

I felt a kind of blankness.

At some point,

Or at some point,

Those messy and blank,

I can't find it there,

What kind of vacancies and gaps are at a loss there,

In the void and the void,

I felt a kind of powerlessness,

It's like a kind of powerlessness that belongs to life itself,

With nothing to struggle with,

Just trembling there,

And there he trembled.

It's just that it wants to be extinct,

It seems that I can't breathe there.

It's like you can't breathe in it,

In the general memories and memories that rested in the room,

There is a big gap in what is there in general,

It's just a little bit of a difference,

It seems that there is something that can't be traced there,

It's as if it's been hard to find it all along.

What is certain there,

It seems that there is something that cannot be missing.

What I didn't value there,

It seems to be something that I paid attention to.

In the midst of the unreal,

In the midst of all the misery and confusion,

There is something that is gradually vacant and blank.

Just what I want to love there,

It's just something that I don't want to be there at all,

It is what was hard to communicate in it,

It's just something that can't be done there.

It's just that I feel a kind of survival difficulty in it.

Just tormenting there.

But in the midst of that, I want to be strong and hold on.

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