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78 Icy Trance

There is a kind of coldness, a coldness that penetrates the heart, and in that cold forgetfulness, what disappears, what disappears, what kind of memory it seems to be, in the disappearing and unsearchable something, what there is is there that begins to become more and more difficult, it is difficult to find something, nothing can be found, what is avoided in the difficulty, what is there is waiting there, and what is there is there and disappears suddenly.

It's as if there is something that is pausing there, and there is something that disappears there, not a lot of things can be encountered so casually, and suddenly I found difficulties, and suddenly I found that I have forgotten, what kind of pain and warmth flow slowly in the bottom of my heart, it is a kind of warmth that even I don't seem to have discovered, it is there warm, it seems to be forgotten there, and it seems to be unclear, it seems to be unclear, Everything will become something again, and what you have will be there, and it will survive there, and it will grow there. Also there empty and forgotten.

What kind of warmth flows slowly in the bottom of my heart, bit by bit, it is a forgetting, what is avoided in that slowness, what is hidden, what is hidden, what is hidden is hidden there, what is there is like a secret has to be hidden for a long time. Expecting what can be opened there, just as the door of the atrium is being opened there. There is still something to ask for there, or there is something earnest, or there is something to be embarrassed about, and there is still there at a loss, and there is no way, waiting, quietly waiting, waiting for a long time, there is a waiting there regret and forgetting, what is always lost there, what is not recalled there, and what seems to want to occupy in it.

It's something that can't be found, something that seems to be hard to find and find there, something that suddenly jumps there, something that feels like it's completely dull there, something that disappears there, something that is sluggish there, something that can't be moved, something that can't be found, something that is very difficult, something that is also a struggle, like something that is struggling there, something that is looking for and struggling again, And also pay all the costs for this, forget there, love there, and don't give up there.

On the road, along the way, lonely, tired, just a person to perceive and feel, as if it only belongs to a person's taste and feelings, there is something that can not be felt and experienced there, there is also something that has been forgotten and abandoned in that helplessness, there is a long-term and long-term abandoned something, and then there decisively turned around, in that turn, it is the wind that blows up whose long hair, and it is also in that long hair like a soul dream to pull the heart, It was there that the pain and pain involved every heart, and it was the most painful one.

There will be vacancies and emptiness, there will be hard to find, there will be in the midst of exhaustion, what will be watched, what will be there to watch strongly, what is also part of life, what is there is eternal growth, there is eternal change, there is also eternal fault and miss, there is long forgetting, what is lost, what is there angry, and suddenly everything is there blank, as if there will be blank for a long time, It's as if there's going to be a general blank space where everything is forgotten, everything is forgotten.

Breathe in that melancholy void, which is a toxin, as if it would attack the heart there. The spirit of the white fox was there in a state of melancholy, and there it was trembling all over, as if it was suffering from a toxin there, suffering from a virus, and in the empty air of the chamber, as if it was poisoned there, and it was there without knowing that it was poisoned, it was a feeling of poisoning pain, and it was also an unbearable feeling of struggle and sadness, but it was very painful there, and it was very difficult to feel there, and there was something that was difficult to recognize there, and what was there that was not understood. But in the midst of this ignorance, what will tremble is also something that will die there.

What I don't understand, what I don't understand, there is a kind of knot and mood that is permanently difficult to explain, and there is something that seems to be permanently difficult to untie, a knot that cannot be untied, a knot that belongs to the pain of the heart, something that cannot be exchanged in that pain, something that cannot be forgotten in that pain, and what is also in that pain, just enduring there, silently feeling and enduring, a kind of cold pain that suddenly sliding through the whole body. Suddenly, it was as vague as a fire scorching the body. It's like there's always something that's not real, there's always something that's hard to believe.

Waiting there, waiting, and waiting, and it was as if there was nothing to wait for, and nothing to wait, as if there was a blank space where nothing was waited, nothing was asked, as if there was a blank space that would be forgotten there. She's on her long journey, is it a hike that belongs to her, or is it like she's a journey there that she'll never get out. She was also there in her heart, as if she completely believed Yun Die's words, she couldn't get out of Lock Worry City, she would never be able to get out. Although she believed it in her heart and was convinced by it, in her heart, and her limbs still seemed to be so disobedient, as if she was still there to struggle to do something, as if she was still there to believe it, and she was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

I don't want to admit defeat so easily, and I don't want to admit defeat so easily, and I am not reconciled there, so I have to stop, I have to never walk again, I have to stagnate like this, she is still not very willing, and she is still a little unwilling in that place, and it is a little difficult to accept. It's like there's something in life that has disappeared there. There is also the general that there is a vacancy in general.

There's going to be a lot of cruelty, there's going to be a lot of mechanical labor and endless torture, but what about all this? It's still there, it's still there, it's still there, it's like it's going to be painful there, it's going to be paining to be infallible, it's going to be a pain to be forgotten, it's a pain that is far away, and it's like there, and it's like there, it's a kind of power and the unknown.

What you get in the confusion, what you know there, not all questions can be answered, but if you work hard, you are still unwilling to be unable to answer all of them, even if you can't answer them all, but it is impossible to have nothing like this. The harvest in life can be a little more or less, but it is also really unwilling to be there at all. There are a lot of untruths, and there are a lot of things that are difficult to explain there, as if there are things that cannot be explained there.

Because what is difficult to explain, there is also something that is forgotten and blank there, when the depressed heart is there in the dull and long-term depression, it is still there is a pain, as if the body is a kind of malnutrition of the mind, a kind of pain and forgetting, there are a lot of what is not good, there is also a lot of what is not right there, because it is wrong, because it is a point of no return, so there will be doubts, and there will be there sad pain to forget, It's like you can't feel anything there. There is something that cannot be felt there, and there is something that is forgotten there, as if there will be something that will be forgotten for so long.

What you care about, what you don't seem to care about, what you forget, what you can't know and what you don't know, what you touch, what you are numb, what you belong to your body, and what you seem to have that you have drawn out of your body, with flesh and bones, and what you pull out together, it's a bloody hand, and you take out a part of your bloody body, as if you don't want to live there, as if you want to die there. What can't survive is like it can't survive there.

Just like what kind of cells in life are there and something that is melancholy and far away, many are not clear, there are many forgets, and there is nothing that is not cared about in that quiet, what is not cherished and cared about there will be forgotten there, there will be wondering, there will be forgotten, there will be something not understood. But what kind of patience is a terrible kind of patience, and it is also a kind of patience that cannot be forced. It is like a hungry wolf patiently crawling on the grass full of mosquitoes and flies, and there it is patient, very patient, very difficult, and very painfully waiting.

There is something that is not good to postpone there, as if it is something that is difficult to postpone there, as if it is something that cannot be postponed there, and it is also running in there, as if it is a kind of painful run-in in the painful nerves, and it seems that in the run-in of that pain, there is something forgotten there, what kind of forgetting is cramped in general, what kind of forgetting is far away, and what kind of forgetting is not clear there. What is restless there, what cannot be still, what is also there to shake, is it a shaking heart, or a shaking duckweed, or a shaking reed, or a shaking figure...... Is it in the heart? Is it in the water? Is it in the wind? Is it in the air? Still air, flowing air, or what kind of air doesn't exist in the dream, what kind of air that hurts there.

That's a lot of things that are not clear, and it seems that there is something that cannot be approached, what is there that is true, and what seems to be false, that has been forgotten there, and that it seems that there is something impossible, and there are many entanglements, which belong to a tangle between the body and the mind, what I want to grow up there, what I want to find and guard there, what I want to hold on to there, what I want to guard there, and what I want to look forward to there. There is something that is long there, as if it is a longer and longer road, and it seems to be a road that is getting more and more difficult, as if it is a road to death, a road that cannot be resisted. The road begins and ends with death.

Death seems to be a necessary road, death seems to be a path that cannot be escaped, can not be re-chosen, there is something that will die there, there is also something that will disappear there, there is also what is waiting there, it is a long wait, it is a difficult wait, there has been hope, there has been despair, there has been death, there has been what kind of impossibility, there has been what kind of disappearance. What has disappeared seems to have disappeared there for a long time. It's the pain that disappears and forgets and falls away everywhere. Something that has been stretched out of the heart for a long time, because what liquid dripped there, and the liquid, the warm liquid flowed slowly out of the body.

The flow of fluid in the body is a release, a kind of relief, and there is something that is released in it, and there is a slow and silent general release and a release of what is relieved, and it is also silent, as if it is there silently. It is a kind of silent regret, and it is also something that is quietly lost and lost there. There is something that is silent, and there is something that is completely blank there. There's something white in the blanks, too.

It will feel very difficult there, very difficult, very anxious, looking for a new way out, looking for the slightest trace of what kind of easy path can be found again, what is vacant there, what is impossible there, and what is in the silence as if it is going to die there. What kind of cruelty and forgetfulness there is, suddenly sighing there, sighing deeply, also fleeing there, hiding there, quietly turning its back to something, it is the shadow of the back, it is the unclear figure on the gray ground, but it will still tremble there, it will shake there, it will be a shaking figure, it is a vague shadow, as if there is something that cannot be followed. In the midst of what I can't follow and find, I want to let go, I want to let go of everything I can't help there, I quietly and gently let go there, I let go, I forget, I just sigh there, I just don't want to pursue something there. It was plain and peaceful in the light.

In life, who came, when who came to her life, also came to her heart, and broke into the world of her heart, when she didn't do much defense, what happened there, what kind of shock and fear she felt defenselessly, what she wanted to hide in that fear, it was a kind of heart knot that belonged to herself, and it was a heart knot that could not be untied, not all heart knots could be untied there, nor in what kind of spitting and spitting, There was something there that was quietly smiling, quietly spitting out some words from that little cherry mouth.

From the little child, from the baby's cherry mouth, what is spit out is some incomplete, some words that can't be heard at all, all of which are not clear there, and they are also vague there, and they are also unrecognizable there, but in the unrecognizable words, what kind of feelings are there and more feelings, what kind of feelings do you want to hold there, what kind of feelings do you need in life, and what kind of nostalgia and sustenance and sustenance are needed. It is something that cannot be avoided, as if there is something that cannot be missing and missing in life, and in that inability and absence, there is what kind of emptiness, what kind of vacancy, and what is there that cannot be refused, what is difficult to refuse, as if there is something that cannot be avoided there.

What is there that cannot be admitted there, is the beauty that belongs to life, the beauty that belongs to the new life, and what kind of rebirth and beauty are longed for in the nostalgia and longing of the new life. And the longing and yearning are only one-sided, all of this is still irretrievably distorted by life itself, and what kind of mind and forgetting are distorted in the society and life around the life that was born like a blank sheet of paper, what is forgotten, what is distorted there, as if it is something that has been forgotten for a long time. It's going to be painful to run away from and hide from something.

It is an anxiety that cannot wait, it is the bubble in every breath in the air that is dry, burning, painful and broken, something that has been broken for a long time, an unknown, a fear, something that is also feared, something that is embarrassing, and there is a slow avoidance, something that slips off, something that slips off from the side and body, it slides off there for a long time, slips off from the side, as if the air flows through the body, the flowing air, It was as if the liquid had passed through her body, through her heart, and in the process of passing through, she felt what kind of cold sword. It was the coldness of the most familiar icy sword, and it was also in the coldness of the cold field, as if all the people who were stabbed could feel the icy and snowy world, and instantly died because of a sword piercing the heart.

It was a desecrated something, a desecrated oblivion, a desecrated fear, a desecrated inaccessible and inaccessible something, a faint light, a faint light, and in the slippery fall, what kind of light was permeated there, and it was also diffused there, and it seemed to be there as if it was there in the slightest detail, and it seemed that it was there to draw the slightest bit into her heart. It's already something that can't be done there, it's already something that is difficult to avoid in that place, just bow your head in the face of life, when life has become very bleak and irresistible there, you will bow your head there, it's a kind of cowardly bow and pity for life and reality, it's admitting defeat, it's also a regression, but it's a kind of thing that wants to relax your heart and look for it again.

What kind of thoughts and emotions have been released for a long time, what kind of hearts have been released, what kind of thoughts and emotions have been released, what kind of thoughts and emotions are unrecognizable, what kind of thoughts and emotions are that will be forgotten for a long time, what is difficult to accept, and what seems to be something that is difficult to recognize there, what will be there to want to get closer, what kind of heart will tremble and be afraid there to get closer, It is a kind of repulsion by fear, a kind of dare not go forward again, dare not play any more conflicts, do not dare to struggle for anything, just wait there, just wait there, it seems that everything is real there, and it seems that everything is unreal there, as if it is a deception and expectation.

It is a deception, as if it is something dead and broken, it seems to be what kind of unreal, what kind of unreal, what kind of void and blankness are there to continue, as if it is the continuation of life, there is a pillar of life there to continue, it is a kind of long-term connection of life, where it is transparent, and there is something that is not clear in transparency. It's just that in that simple sentence "Not rare! ”

It was a kind of indifference on his part, his indifference, and a very hurtful sentence that he would be there, although it was very simple, only three words, "Not rare!" But there are many, many things in it, he doesn't know what she gave him, he doesn't know everything she has done for him, he doesn't know how nervous she cares about him, it's not rare that she cares, in short...... He just doesn't seem to be uncommon with her. This may be a reality, a very cruel and difficult reality to accept. It is a kind of reality that is difficult to chase, difficult to recognize and recognize.

There was something that was indiscernible there, his face, his contours, the bridge of his nose, and the eyes that exuded a faint cold aura that would blur in the air for an instant, and his eyes and gaze blurred only because the eyes that looked at him were blurred. She didn't know why her eyes had suddenly blurred and moistened there.

She wanted to deceive herself, he had his reasons and reasons, he had his reasons and reasons for not being able to do so. But when Yin, who had always seemed to be a very strong woman, still cried there, still cried heartbroken, looking at someone close at hand, looking at him, and he was so distant, distant heart, that cold heart, that cold heart that constantly excluded her from the outside world, there were many, many kinds of things that were difficult to struggle and difficult to identify, which existed there, and it seemed that they did not exist there.

It's not real or real, no matter how strong she is alone, she is still a girl, or a man who will be scorned enough to spit out one word: "Female stream." She will still be vulnerable there, and there is still a time when she wants to be sustenance and dependence, what she wants to rely on, what she wants to keep there, and who she wants to be there with, and she also feels that she is cared for, cared for, cherished, cherished, and cared for, and the feeling of being cared for, is what she expects. That feeling of being pampered by a man, by a man whom you believe in, that is a different feeling from being pampered by your parents.

However, when she really wanted to be pampered, when she really found a very warm and warm embrace that she had been looking for for a long time, a hug that she wanted to pin, when she finally found out, she found that there was already someone in that embrace, he was already a person with a wife, and when Yin really understood the reality of everything, she also married him. So how should all of this be? How shall all the knots of the heart be broken?

In the confusion of her thoughts, something flashed into her mind like the lightning of death: Do you want to kill the woman called the spirit? - This ...... Just a question sentence.