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69 Looking for friends

Because of what she missed, because of what she missed, she was just not sure, maybe there would be a lot of what was just a word, just a few words, just a moment of words, not how many possibilities really existed, and not what would really become there, not everything was very clear there, and not everything was there to find what kind and how many reasons and reasons, as if there were always some reasons and reasons that were not clear there. It always seems that there is something I don't really believe, and I can't believe it, because it's not real enough, and the beauty in the dream. Vanity in the midst of beauty.

In addition to this vanity, language has a kind of transience, even if it is an oath, there will be times when the oath is broken, not to mention that it is just a child's words that have no other meaning for a while, but, just this very ordinary and ordinary sentence, how much she wants to listen to it again, how much she wants to turn back time there, let time go back. Let something come back again, where to go back again, you have to start again, and there is something that is not clear in the confusion.

There screaming loudly, the sound that echoes in the valley far away, the sound of a long, long time, and there is a long, long nostalgia there, what kind of reluctance is in the nostalgia, what kind of messiness there is, it is the messiness of the mind, it is also the disorder of the mind, and unconsciously, the heart will be very bad, the heart will tremble there without mistake, let what echo there, that is, the memory swirls there, what bubbles there, like a river, a little fish in the water breathes there, There spit out bubble after bubble.

In the world of water bubbles, and in the empty and blank world, there is something that has disappeared, and it has disappeared there for a long time, as if it has disappeared and is difficult to find, as if it is there, and it is impossible to find it again, what there is there for a long, long time, a long memory takes root there, and there is also a kind of pain and helplessness that takes root there, it will be there in a trance, it will be forgotten there, and it will be there something that is not clear. It will spend time there, and in the midst of it, what has disappeared, what kind of disappearance and consumption is also vacant and blank there.

What is long-lasting, what is long-term and long-term, there is no traceability, there is no recall, there is a long, long, long time, everything is there I don't know what it is for, everything is there in a trance, as if I can't find what kind of reason, I can't find the reason and reason that belongs to life. Something unwilling, not willing. What kind of disappeared, what disappeared was there, what was empty, what was empty, what was empty. It's there, it's empty, something. What kind of void is there, it's painful, it's painful. It's as if that empty heart is stuffed with pain, and the very painful perceptions and feelings are stuffed there.

It was a kind of ambiguity, it was a kind of unattainability, waiting there, waiting for a long time, disappearing, not being found, and there from day to night, and in the darkness, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the dawn, waiting for another day, what kind of difficulty, what was very difficult and very confusing, what kind of disgusting, what was like being disgusting there, what was disgusting, what was disgusting, and what was also in that disgusting and disgusting, what wanted to escape, I want to escape there for a long time, what I want to escape, what I want to look at there again, I don't look at anything there, I don't look for anything.

It's terrifying there, there's something there, there's something to wait for, there's something to avoid, it's just that there's nothing to reprimand your soul again, and your heart is bubbling in that place, bubbling as if it's disgusting, and there's no way to tell right from wrong. And when right and wrong are still very indistinguishable, it is a disorder, it is also a chaos, and sometimes, it is so lonely that I feel that my whole body trembles there, and I feel disgusted and vomit there.

I don't want to hear any kind of sound, I don't want to hear any sound, but I'm disgusting there, because it's so disgusting and disgusting that I don't want to listen to it anymore, and I don't want to touch it anymore. There are a lot of things that can't tell the difference between right and wrong, and they can't distinguish between right and wrong, and they will be messy there, and they will jump up in shock, and they will jump up in complete shock there. It's hard to clear how it came to be like this.

There are all kinds of chaotic states, and after that and in the midst of the mistakes, because there is no way to make up for it, there are many irreparable mistakes, and I don't want to make up for it, I want to let go, I want to forget there, I want to forget all the forgetting, I forget all the gaps and blanks, I don't know what everything has become again.

Do you know what feelings are? What kind of bubbles are surging there, like bubbles in the air floating around, and the bubbles around are flowing and floating, as if all the bubbles are filling the air, filling the mind, as if they are reality. There will always be some kind of reality, some kind of terrible reality, and it will be difficult there because it has been broken there, there is something that has broken in that thought, something that has been completely broken, something that has been completely broken and cannot be pursued. It's a complete disorder, and it's also in the confusion of the mind, and it's a kind of confusion in the mind, and it's also in the confusion that you feel bored and disgusted.

It will just float faintly there, and there seems to be nothing in the air, as if there is some kind of float in the air, and the float seems to belong to the air, not to reality, but to memory, to what kind of blank in the empty blank. It's a kind of general that doesn't want to be approached anymore, doesn't want to get close anymore, doesn't want to believe anything anymore.

It's as if nothing is impossible, everything is blank, everything is deceptive, everything is broken there, everything is only torn there, only to be completely torn apart, just there waiting, there is seeking, there is something that has gone away, there is something floating in the flow of the wind, bullying, as if there is a flow of wind flowing in the bottom of her heart, as if there is there flowing through her heart, It flowed through her heart like a lot.

There will always be a lot of things that are not clear there, what kind of deep breath there is, in that deep breath, I want to be quiet, I want to be quiet alone, I want to enjoy a kind of quiet, in that quiet and quiet is no longer messy, there is no longer disorder, because it is impossible to find something, because it is impossible to find something, because I know what is impossible, so I will wait there, I will wait there very hard, but I don't know how long I will wait there.

The pressure of a long, long time is also a long, long time of forgetting there, and it seems to be a long, long vacancy that exists somewhere, and it seems to be a kind of sinking in that silence, as if it is the slipping of the heart, just like the large and large areas of withered yellow plane leaves on the plane tree in the autumn, rustling and sliding down there, sliding in the wind. There was a feeling of innocence, and in that innocence, it seemed that something was wrong. It also seems that it should not be, and it seems to be forgotten, and it seems that there is something broken, and it is not clear in the brokenness. Forgotten in the midst of brokenness. It's like you're looking there, as if you've been stealing sweet honey. What kind of happiness is there, it is a complex and thought that I can't explain clearly for a while, but what exists there, what exists there, even I don't know very well, and I don't understand anything.

Because there are a lot of things that I don't understand, and in the end, I will get angry in that confusion and confusion, and I will be silently angry there, as if I am sullenly fighting against myself and angry that I am very lonely. It's going to be very reckless there, it's going to be too stubborn there, it's going to be petty there, it's going to be playful there, and then it's there to get angry, and there's crying, and there's forgetting, and there's not knowing what it's going to become, it's something that doesn't know. It was as if it was completely blank.

What kind of vacancy and blankness are forgotten there, where they are bosom, where they are lost, where they are lost, what they are empty, what is empty, where they are stubborn, where they are empty and stubborn, maybe they know that they are wrong, maybe they know that they shouldn't, perhaps, between each other, it seems that they should apologize to themselves. However, I was unwilling there, and suddenly I had to lose my temper, that is, for a while, I seemed to be in a bad mood, so bad that I didn't agree there, I didn't approve there, and I was unhappy and unhappy there.

"The reason why you are unhappy is that you bind your heart by yourself." His voice, that was in the memory, his voice, but the voice of the memory suddenly rang in her ears again, between her ears again, and she would still tremble so much, she would tremble there, and in that whole body tremble, what kind of anger she had, as if there was something very, very angry, what was promised there, and what seemed to be unanswerable there.

In that darkness, the whirlwind of light, the cycle of light, the cycle of light in that sorrow, what kind of cycle of pain there is, it hurts very much. What kind of lonely flowers bloom, just there lonely bloom in the bottom of your heart, a flower in the bottom of your heart blooms there, it blooms there quietly and silently, it is the bloom of flowers, it belongs to the flowers, it belongs to the soil of the heart, in a corner of the heart, what kind of seeds sprout there, and it grows very slowly, very slowly, that is what accompanies you, and it seems to be there to accompany something, with whose lookback, with whose warm eyes, There is also what kind of warmth, where it is very warm and warm flowing in the bottom of my heart, but it has long been in the past, and it has long been gone. It is already a past that cannot be found.

There is something that is impossible, there is a vacancy and emptiness that is something that is conceived there, there is something that wants to wait there, what is there that is waiting for a long time, there is also there that it seems to sprout from the bottom of the heart and grows, that is impossible, that is what will be painful there. What kind of thinking, what kind of nostalgia, what kind of forgetting, and what kind of anger, it's like a flame that will come out of the throat there.

There will be anger, anger or something, there will be crying, very painful, very painful crying, there crying like sadness, there will be crying like helplessness, there will be crying like the whole body trembling, there will be there the whole body trembling and painful, there there is what kind of pain trembling, there is also what kind of pain there is at a loss, there is something there for a long time, there is something that has been there for a long time and it is gone.

What you want to cherish is gone there. The dreamy thing is completely blank there, and there is a blank blank in general. It was like a dream. There is something that is alienated there, something that is completely unfamiliar, and it seems that it is completely impossible there, it will be strange there, what kind of distance there is, it will gradually become distant there, and it will become more and more distant there, what kind of distance there is, as far away as a dream, and in that dream, she felt the transparency of her hands, her hands were transparent, and then, she found that she did not have hands, and she was there again.

What kind of loss, very lost, very lost, there is a deep loss, there will be a vacancy and a loss of forgetting, there will be a struggle, and it is as if there is a struggle to be unable to do it, there is something that is difficult to do, there is something impossible, as if there will be a vacancy and a blank. I don't know what is right or wrong, I don't know what is right and wrong, I don't know what is possible and impossible, it is as if there are many, many things that are impossible there, what kind of impossibility there is not going to tremble, and it is a kind of unclear trembling and confusion.

Sometimes, she will have a very inexplicable sense of powerlessness, and because of that sense of powerlessness, she has some inexplicable sense of confusion, some mental powerlessness, and a heart-rending feeling, just because it hurts and hurts something there, but it seems to be wrong, it seems to be wrong there, and it seems to be wrong there. Hold on to mistakes. When she saw that he was wrong, she saw that he had taken the wrong step, and he was walking towards the abyss of mistake step by step. She longed to help him in her heart, and when she hesitated to reach out and hold him, what kind of reason did she have, telling her: "Don't stretch out your hand, if you also stretch out your hand, he will take it together to the abyss, so ...... Leave him alone, let him fend for himself, you just need to save yourself, and you'll be fine. ”

And is that really the case? Will there be many, many possibilities and impossibilities, will it really be there as she thinks, as she expects? It's just that the outstretched hand finally retracted weakly there. Many times, there will be hesitation, there will be confusion, just when there is hesitation and confusion, there will be forgetting, as if there will be a lot of things that have been forgotten and forgotten, there will be something that is difficult to do, impossible and impossible to do, will be there to sleep, will be there very powerless, very powerless to get something, and it seems that what there will be will burn there, a blazing spark will burn in the mind, there will be cherished there, there will be something that is difficult to let go, What kind of missing, what kind of nostalgia there is.

Thoughts and thoughts are like ripples in the water light gently swirling and rippling there, floating in the rippling light, is the shadow of the moonlight, is the shadow of the faint cyan round of the moon, is the cyan light, is also the bright moonlight, and it seems to be a very beautiful light, is the light, or Yihui, or reincarnation, or retrieved, just forget, that is the empty memory of thought, you empty memory, what kind of emptiness, what kind of sorrow, and what there is there with the wind to disappear.

It's not just the characters that have disappeared, it's not just the memories that have disappeared, it's not just the light that has disappeared, the light is transparent, the light is bright, the light is white, and the light can also be dim and dim. In the noise of the crowd, you will feel a kind of sadness there, and you will also feel the sadness of being alone in the noise of the crowd, which is a kind of sad loneliness, there is a sad loneliness that precipitates there, there is a sad loneliness that is at a loss, there is a sad loneliness that will be forgotten there, and there is a sad loneliness that will be vacant and blank. There are many, many things that cannot be found, and there are also many worried thoughts, twitching tightly, as if twitching a string of longing there, trembling the pain there, and trembling in confusion and helplessness.

It's as if there, on the verge of death, on the edge of death, in a kind of dissociation, in that dissociation, there will be no birth, no death, no destruction, no death, and it seems that it will not exist, as if life is alive or dead or perished, it is not clear there, it seems to be a mystery, it seems to be a mystery that can never be solved, the mystery is entangled there, and there it is knotted together, it will be disordered there, it will be helpless there, it will be there in a trance and lose consciousness, There will also be a search for something again.

Chasing, the wind, and the wind that wants to pursue and seek is full of dust, what kind of dust is floating, in that lonely and lonely world, what do you want to put and hold onto, where you want to place your heart, what you want to hold onto, just close there, want to get close to the warmth, what kind of figure turns around there.

I finally got closer, and finally found each other's hearts there, and found each other's hearts, but they still disappeared there or there was no way, and there was no way to separate there again. It's a very lonely and lonely person there, only missing and missing. When a person is very lonely there, when he is very lonely, he will forget there, he will be alone there, and only his thoughts will be left, as if when a person is very lonely, he will never find anything else except missing. In addition to thoughts and thoughts, there is also something that is impossible there, and what is there that is impossible for a long time there.

Her and his seeing and not seeing, meeting and leaving, all seem to be a wandering, as if they are a dream, unreal and impossible, and there is something unreliable and impossible to trace and pursue. There is something that will be there suddenly good is the impossibility of blank blank, and it seems that there is a vacancy in the blank, a forgetfulness in the vacancy, where I sigh deeply, when I am alone, because of the memory, because of the thoughts, who is still by my side in the memory, as if I have always been by my side.

When you are very lonely, you will miss something, and it seems that you will miss something very desperately and desperately, what you miss, what you miss, what you will suddenly impossible, what will be very difficult there, very haggard and waiting for something, and in the midst of that hard waiting, you will lose your memory there, and you will seem to have lost your thoughts there, you have lost your feelings and what kind of perception and feeling, what has disappeared, what you can't find. There is something to remember there into a bubble.

The bubbles will be a little bit of light in the ocean of dreams, what kind of light should be the light in the bubbles, and what kind of light seems to exist, it will be warm there, warming her heart bit by bit, the light, there is bright, the light is warm there, the light is there to dawn, but it seems to be a dream, because when she really opened her eyes and looked at the pieces in front of her, it was still pitch black, it was still so completely dark.

You will feel that in the smoke, there is what kind of undrunk, but there is the drunkenness of smelling the fragrance, that is a kind of incense, will be intoxicatingly incense, and in that intoxicating incense, there is a kind of confusion, it is a blurred intoxication, and in that blurred intoxication, there is a trance, and in that trance of forgetting and forgetting, it will be there dizzy and dizzy, dizzy and forgetful, there is a sense of powerlessness and weakness, there will be weakness in the limbs, powerlessness, want to pursue something, and it seems that there is something to chase, Chasing a wind, chasing the memory, what kind of most beautiful, innocent and harmonious time is whirling. It's just that the good times are always so short, and the short ones who haven't felt and felt anything have disappeared there, as if they had completely disappeared there.

Fast and slow, always there is no clear judgment, as if it is a perception and feeling, time is uniform there, but people's feelings and feelings and feelings and gratitude for time are not necessarily the same, will be there powerless, will tremble there, not necessarily will always be there preferences, when there is a sense of disgust there, when what kind of sense of preference there is real and very realistic disappearing and disappearing, it is impossible. It also seems to belong to the ones that will be forgotten there, as if they will be so completely forgotten there.

The struggle in forgetting, the stupeness in the struggle, the powerlessness, and the struggle there to struggle, as if there is a very stubborn and seemingly incredible knot and idea that wants to fight against fate, but what kind of heart knot to open, what kind of heart knot is tightly entangled there, what will be very powerless there, and it seems that every nerve has to twitch there, and I still want to struggle so much, It's as if it's a kind of comfort that will get better after it's over, a kind of comfort that is kind of self-comfort, and it's like a kind of comfort that is natural and natural there.

What has disappeared, what has disappeared for a long time, whether it is real or not, but sighing in the emptiness there, only to feel that the wind is blowing in the flowing coolness, as if blowing into the heart that is still surging.