2 It's like a dream, it's like a glass-like crystal clear world,

In that crystalline world, it is still so much that you can't find anything, and it's still so much that you can't find anything. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a deep and difficult pain of death that cannot be found and cannot be found.

It's just struggling there, it's a struggling road, and in that struggling of life, it's just sighing there,

It's just that I'm afraid, and I just feel something wandering and hesitating there, as if it's really there, and hesitation and doubt about life itself will always arise there.

It's just that it's bothered, it's just that troubles are growing there.

The breeding of that trouble, like a stone falling into the river, and the ripples that reverberate in the circle are the extension and continuation of the troubles that ripple in the heart.

It's just something that can't be continued there, it's just something that doesn't seem to be extended, it's just that it feels wrong there, yes, it's all like it's not there.

It seems that all the wrong and right are indistinguishable there, and it is also unclear to explain.

No matter how hard she tried to find it, no matter how hard she tried to cooperate well.

Unexpectedly, in the end, she was still abandoned, and in the end, she was still left alone and lonely.

It's just lonely there, as if being alone will be there and belong to your own fate.

In that life, there will always be some kind of troubles that arise there when you live and live, and it seems that there are some troubles that have no reason or reason there.

But in the midst of the afflictions of emptiness, what is produced is what is generated. Even the generation of troubles is very objective there.

Then, there seems to be something that can be avoided there, and there seems to be a lot of things that cannot be avoided there.

What can be avoided seems to be only temporary, and what cannot be avoided seems to belong to eternity.

It was like a kind of eternal loneliness, as if it was a kind of continuous and painful hardship and maintenance of something.

What is there that I want to rely on, I want to be attached, I want to comfort, and I want to care.

But at that end, at that moment, I still found that everything was just my own wishful thinking.

Everything can only manifest its own ridiculousness and ignorance there.

Some people don't care about your well-being at all.

It's like that Li Xianxian didn't care that Yin Ling worked hard there, and he forced himself to care more about her.

But in the face of Yin Ling's concern, Li Xianxian was just contemptuous there, just there and didn't care.

Everything would make Yin Ling feel a burst of disgust there, not only for Li Xianxian's attitude, but also for the way he looked.

Li Xianxian was angry and sulky in the bottom of her heart, and thought in her heart:

Li Xianxian, she is not rare to be good at all, and she will only feel that you are just a contrived and perfunctory.

Now that she knows it, why do you continue to be so thankless to be a big idiot and a big idiot?

Everything seems to be empty there, everything seems to be there to be pain and trouble, as if it were a very stubborn pain and pain.

The pain of life continues and exists there, but it is always stubborn there.

It's as if it's a weed that has grown mad, and it's just growing there, it's just growing there.

Just like her empty heart, it is also like a wild grass growing wildly in the barren heart field, frantically breeding and growing, but it is like breeding a large area there.

But she still couldn't find her heart there, as if her heart had been swallowed up in the desolate world there.

It's just something that's hard there, there's something that's sad and powerless, it's just something that's broken and dead there.

There is something that can't be taken care of there, and there is something there that is so dizzy that it almost makes people sleep.

It's a kind of general hardship that has rested, and it is also a general sense of powerlessness that has rested.

It's a kind of general pain and stuffiness that seems to be choked by something there that is about to die and is dead.

She almost thought she was going to sulk there, and she almost felt her whole body cold there.

It was cold there, shivering, and dead like a corpse, like a corpse that could still breathe there.

It's just that it's not there, it's just there, no matter how weak it feels,

No matter how powerless you feel there, no matter how much pain you feel there,

But I still want to be strong there, strong enough to endure and endure something.

It's just the general that has been forgotten there, the general that has existed there, and the general that has died there.

Troubles breed in it, and they are endless troubles. Also in the midst of that trouble, a lot of confusion and trouble.

It's just that there is something to retreat from, and something there is not to retreat.

But in that there is no knowledge of what everything has become there,

It was only there that I felt a kind of difficulties and problems related to life, only there I felt troubles, and I also felt a deep fear and fear there.

Just scared there.

It's facing a lot of problems and being scared there, and feeling scared there.

It's just there to be scared and afraid, to be there to be reluctant something, to be there to be troubled,

But I still feel scared there, but I still feel sad there, and I'm still so scared,

I still want to escape, but I find that there is something I can't escape there.

It is a kind of suffering and trouble that cannot be escaped.

What has become of what has become of what has been forgotten there?

It's just staggered there, it's just fearful there, it's just that in the midst of too many gaps and contradictions, I want to dodge.

I don't want to face all kinds of difficulties anymore, but in the midst of that difficulty and screaming, in the noise, I don't know what everything has become again.

It's just that I feel the sorrow of my life there, a kind of suppressed sorrow, just in that suppressed sorrow and misery,

It's a kind of heart that belongs to oneself and weeps and bleeds there, but it's still there at a loss, it's still there, it's still there, it's there,

That's where I can't wait for anything, and I still feel a contradiction in life there.

It's just that in the midst of those contradictions and difficulties, I just feel a lot of general contradictions and difficulties that have been repeated there, as if I felt the difficulties of life and survival there.

Among the many problems and contradictions that arise in the midst of anxiety and trouble, there is a kind of problems and troubles that belong to life itself.

In the midst of so many troubles, I felt an explosion of life itself, and in the midst of that explosion and quarrels,

It is there that belongs to a tremor of the heart, and there is a fear of the heart and a trembling of the heart, as if there is a trembling fear and fear and fear.

It's just that I feel the difficulty of surviving in it, and in the midst of that large number of difficulties, I can't fight for anything anymore.

It's also like you can't find anything of your own there. It's like there's nothing you can find anymore.

It's just that in that I suddenly feel that a person is very lonely and lonely, and I just feel very lonely and lonely there, and I just forget it there.

It's just that in that large amount of forgetting and dying, she doesn't want to dwell on so many troubles anymore.

There are too many troubles, and the troubles grow like weeds in the field of the heart, and the soul that belongs to the search seems to be desolate there.

Many, many things are there, almost forgotten and forgotten.

In the midst of that, I felt that I had forgotten something deeply, and it seemed that I was in that forgetfulness, and I felt as if I was going to die.