2 will feel at a loss for something in it,

Something that will be hard to find in there,

And in the midst of that overlapping error,

I can't find out what kind of wrong and right,

It's a threat, it's like a coercion,

It's like a kind of coercion and threat in life.

And in the coercion of life,

I felt the pain and urging of life,

is also trying to control himself in that urging,

I also urged myself well in it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But, sober?

Wake up again?

Wake up again, open your eyes,

Another one that I don't know,

Is it still a world that is full of some kind of threat?

She has a sense of delusion,

It's as if she wants to sleep there,

It's so completely comatose that I die,

It's better to die of a stupor,

It seems that this is the only way,

I won't be bothered by anything in the world anymore,

It seems that this is the only way,

so that I will not feel at a loss in the face of the problems and troubles of the world,

I felt that there was nothing I could do.

It's the endless pain of waking up,

Endless troubles,

She's scared of those,

Because of the exhausting something,

It's like you're going to die in it,

She's going to be there for a while,

I don't want to get close to anything anymore,

I don't want to get closer to anything,

It seems that there is something that can no longer be endured in it,

It's as if you can't continue to endure any kind of pain and hardship in the midst of it.

However, it seems that there is no choice there.

It's as if you can't make a choice between that.

It was as if she couldn't make any more choices there.

She also seems to be in the middle of it and can't resent anything anymore,

Many, many sleepiness, many, many fatigue,

There are many, many kinds of pain, too,

It's a kind of warmth that you want to find,

But suddenly I found that I couldn't find that kind of warmth,

It seems that he can't get close to that warmth even if he is tortured there.

will hesitate in the midst of that,

will wander among them,

will hesitate in that spin,

is a kind of can't choose what,

It's also a kind of uneasy thing in it,

What there is is a vacancy there,

And it seems that there will still be a choice of what you can't do there.

It's like she's out there with no choice,

It's where there's no choice but to stay away from the warmth you want to find,

What kind of warmth of some,

It's there that you can't rely on it anymore,

Too much to rely on what kind of warmth and difficulty,

will make her lose a kind of power,

will make her lose an effort to be strong alone and alone,

What kind of possibility.

Many, many times,

Still need someone to be strong,

Only one person is going to be strong,

That's how you can do something,

And only then can we do some things well,

Everything won't be in a trance there,

Everything will not be restless there.

What kind of uneasiness will the heart feel in it,

The mind will feel what kind of distance it will feel in it,

It's as if there's something that's going to get farther and farther away.

It's like there's something you can't get close to anymore.

What is there is far away,

It's as if it's out of reach.

will be there to suffer,

will struggle there, too,

What will be there to hold onto,

And in the midst of that hard work,

Something that you don't want to give up,

It's also something that I don't want to give up and can't give up in that fog and ambiguity,

There's a sense of chaos in there,

will also produce a kind of urging and coercion in it.

She seemed to feel wrong in it,

But the heaviness of life.

There seems to be a heaviness in life,

It's like there's some kind of heavy and heavy something,

And then, in the midst of that heaviness of something,

I can't find and find anything in that heavy life.

What kind of fear will arise in that?

What kind of blur will also be produced in it,

She would feel a kind of forgetfulness there,

It's as if for a while,

It's as if you're in the air,

In that air,

In that memory,

Many, many memories are intertwined there,

Many, many people passed by, slid by, bypassed,

And then, right there farther and farther away from her,

Just have to staggered with her,

Passing by,

From now on

are still strangers to each other,

It's like a stranger, stranger.

It was a struggle,

It's like struggling on that unwilling road,

It also seems to be struggling on the road of sleepiness and trouble,

It's as if struggling on that dizzy and unknown road,

Also on that urging and unknown path,

I want to make my own footprints every step of the way,

A little deeper, a little deeper, a little deeper,

Or work a little harder in there,

It's a kind of effort that can't be given up and let go of something in it.