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The heart is in the middle of it, it is just something that is difficult there, something that is just there and something that feels lost and dead.

Everything is scattered there, where the unknown and ethereal are invisible.

Bit by bit it is falling there, bit by bit it hurts there, there are also bit by bit, there are far away,

It's as if you feel something distant and unreachable in it.

It's just that in that I feel that my own life is gone, and I am just being chased and chased by something there,

It's just that I feel like I'm in a kind of pain and struggle that I don't belong to at all.

The stones that accumulate there, the weight that accumulates there, the pain that accumulates there, and the oblivion and the unforgettable that accumulates there,

The splendor of the starry sky in the forgetting, and the starry sky that belongs to the starry sky cannot be looked back, and the starry sky is difficult to find.

It is also the fall and death of the stars in the starry sky, the painful process of death, in the process of struggle and forgetting, but there is nothing to exist there.

There is something that flows like blood in his marrow, as if it were flowing out of his marrow.

It's just pain there, it's just sadness and hurt there.

But I have already found that there is nothing to complain about in it.

It's as if there is some kind of complaint that is impossible or impossible there, but it hurts there.

I was just grieving there, just feeling the heavy weight in my heart in the midst of all kinds of chaos and mixture.

In the midst of that heaviness, I felt that I was about to lose my breath, and I also felt a kind of sinful feeling in it,

There is something that is painful to suffer there, but it is still there to endure, there is very painful and helpless to endure.

It was a kind of one that could not be escaped and could not be sought and found.

Just being there to forget and forget, just being there to feel something impossible.

It's just that there's a very, very cold thing, haggard in that indifference, forgotten in that indifference,

I also felt a very strong prejudice between people in that indifference, and in those serial prejudices and repressions,

It was as if I couldn't exist there.

There was a period of time when I wanted to disappear there, and I had a kind of heart there.

I want to disappear there, completely and completely, and then, on the road that disappears and can't be found,

Throw everything away, because it's too heavy.

It was as if I was going to be crushed by some kind of heavy force there.

It's as if you're dying and dying like you're about to break down there.

There is something that is hard to find there.

There is something that seems to be about to be forgotten and forgotten there, there is pain, heart-rending pain and pain.

But she still couldn't find support there, she couldn't find support.

It's just lonely there, leaning against the wall, and there's lonely and lonely leaning on.

There I feel a kind of hardship and hardship in life and survival,

It's just that I feel sad and lonely there almost like I'm about to forget and die.

There's always something that can't be explained, but everything is fragmented, and in the end it can only be swallowed back into the stomach little by little.

I feel lonely there, I feel lonely there, I feel lonely and lonely and I want to find something to rely on.

I want to rely on it, I want to rely on it, I want to rely on it, but I find that I am still so lonely and lonely, I can't rely on anything, and I can't rely on anything.

Only it seems that there is only loneliness and hard work, just working hard there, just working hard there and forgetting everything.

There is something that cannot be found there, and there is something that cannot be found there.

There is no end to being searched there, there is no end to being found, and then, something falls from that sky.

What there is is is a piece of heartache and sorrow that falls from the sky.

Is something that is becoming more and more alienated and distant, just bearing it there?

It's as if there's no choice but to get back on your feet.

Li Xianxian was there trying to hold on to the wall, and there she was trying to get up again, but she still felt her legs trembling softly.

Then, with great difficulty, she seemed to be standing up there.

At last she had to shake her legs again, and she trembled so much that she was softening, and then she fell down again.

There's always something that can't be found there.

It seems that she is just there in a state of confusion, but what kind of reasons and justifications does she need to find for her escape and escape?

Or, can't she run away and run away anymore?

Is there something that there is no choice there, or is it a kind of forced there, a kind of forced there, a kind of helplessness there?

Forgetting there, persecuting oneself there, is a kind of one's own coercion of oneself, a kind of one's own promotion and urging of oneself.

Because weeping is only cowardly there, and crying is already useless there, and it is meaningless,

Just there trying to wipe away her tears, but there she still had to cheer up, she still had to pick herself up again,

Or to look and find there again.

Whatever everything has become again there, is there no possibility there?

Forget there? Or is it going to relent?

Or do you feel like you're already exhausted there?

Or do you feel like you're unconsciously ignoring and ignoring something?

What kind of traces are there, a trace that has been streaked in the sky, but it is still there to cross the sky,

But he still couldn't find a trace of the one that crossed it, and then, he forgot about himself there.

Some of the things that were overlooked there.

What is it that is overlooked, and what is it?

In that distant and unknown trajectory and orbit, what is there that has been ignored and forgotten there, but still not found?

Why are you so scared?

Why was you so scared when you heard that man's voice?

Is it just what he said?

Is it just his judgment on **? Still is...... Or is it his voice?

She still felt a little ambiguous there, and she herself seemed to be very unsure there, and she couldn't be sure.

But there will still be fear, there will be fear that the voice is familiar to her, and his voice is familiar?

Familiar?

When and where did you hear it?

Has she heard it? Why can't she remember?

Why did she think about it, she had to dig out her mind there, but she still couldn't think of anything there.