2 And he ran from day to day, and ran selflessly,

Forget hunger, forget thirst, forget tired and run,

I had to run from daylight to dark,

But also in the starry night, by the starlight and the moonlight, still running there,

Still there without stopping and running,

He ran from dark to dawn,

It's so that I have to keep running under the starry sky, until the night slowly falls,

The moon slowly set in the west, and the speed of his running seemed to show no signs of slowing down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until the east of the sky appeared a fish-belly white, and he was still running there,

It seems that he still has to run without stopping his speed,

It was as if he was running there as if he was going to die.

He was running there, as if he was dying there.

In that struggle, as if he was going to sacrifice his own life, he chased it,

What is important and what is there to pay for the toil and price of life,

And what is the significance of the exchange?

What exactly is that?

to give the price of life, to exchange something,

He is not dead, but he is willing to pay for it with the fatigue and weariness of his life, and no longer cares about everything and everything.

The importance and meaning of life, sometimes, what is most important needs to be exchanged for what is most important and precious.

This is a law of equivalent exchange, and equivalent exchange in this world seems to be never equal.

Equivalent exchange seems to be there forever in general,

It seems that he always gives something very precious, and what he gets in real exchange always seems to be small.

It seems that there is nothing more precious than the original,

However, there is still something there, stupid and stupid, but very insistent or stubborn there,

There is a very unfair equivalent exchange that is adhered to,

It's not equivalent, but it's a heartfelt exchange,

And the reason for this may only be clearer to myself, that is a kind of understanding and thinking.

It depends on what the person who is exchanging values more, and what he cares more about there.

Many, many forgetting, as if in the journey of life,

There is something hollowed out there, as if his heart has been hollowed out,

A corner was dug out, and he just chased in it,

It's just something that I don't want to give up and can't give up,

Just because of what exists, what can really exist,

What is precious is always scarce there, and it is always there for a short time,

So, for the short, the scarce, the faint, but the very precious,

He is willing to be there with all his strength, with all his all, all his heart,

Coming and going looking for something, coming and going after something, chasing Sumner, but still there and not wanting to get it.

Many, many beautiful things, I want to cherish them there, I want to never forget them there,

Although I cherish it, although I still want to wait there, I still feel that I can't get it.

It's like the flow of water, if you really put that handful of water into a small pit, it becomes a small puddle.

Then, the water in that little puddle will soon become stagnant,

Only in that river will this handful of water become living water.

Of course, water will not always be water, and if it is always like this, it will die.

Or perhaps, rebirth is also a kind of death, just as rebirth also requires death.

Many, many escapes, many, many things that cannot be pursued there,

It is also in that there will be a lot of selfishness, and there will be a lot of unwillingness in that.

However, it is as if the germination of new leaves requires the death and withering of old leaves.

There will be pain in it, and there will be something very lonely and lonely in it.

Many, many will be hindered and hindered there,

And in the midst of that great obstruction, there are many difficulties, and there are many contempts,

And in the contemptuous gaze of the world, he disdains, and there he is indifferent,

He was indifferent in the disgusted gaze of the crowd around him,

It's as if all the warmth and warmth of the world have been lost in it.

He didn't want to have any more hopes and hopes there.

He didn't think there was any possibility.

But he was still there struggling, still there hoping.