3What is there is there and there is a rout,

Rushing like death,

will feel faint in it,

Feeling dizzy and broken,

Also in that disturbed mood and mood,

I can't find a smooth road,

I can't find a painful way to walk,

It's been a way to go,

Sorrow in the midst of what doesn't work,

In that grief that doesn't work,

Weeping, dying,

It's as if you lost your life and your life in it, and what kind of death and forgetfulness you have,

What will feel confused in there,

You will feel the blood flowing out of your body in it, just

As if the wound was big and big,

It's as if she didn't stop the bleeding at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She's hurt?

Was she hurt again?

How so?

If, she is really hurt,

Why doesn't she feel pain?

The feeling of blood flowing out,

both painful,

And it seems to be a kind of pleasure,

It's like a terrible pleasure,

The same cruelty and unknown pain and pleasure as if you would die and die in it.

She struggled in it,

It's a kind of helplessness and no way to struggle,

She felt the passage of life,

I felt the nearness of death,

Feeling a kind of exhaustion and prostration, powerlessness on the pain and helplessness of something,

Is there something powerless in it,

It was in the midst of which I felt as if I had completely died in it.

In the midst of that death struggle,

She just felt powerless there,

It's like dead words,

That's okay too,

That's as it should be.

She already wanted to die,

It's like having the heart to die,

It seems that it's just too painful to live in it,

It seems to be at some point in that life,

She felt like she was in despair there,

It's as if you've fallen into the temple of death,

In the midst of the sheer physical emaciation and torment of the proximity of death and fainting,

She is hard to find in it,

She is also in the unknown that is difficult to trace and recall.

Many, many things will be blank in there,

Many, many things will still be resentful in it,

It's as if in the silence,

What kind of resentment and regret in general that came up silently,

Or something that is not clear there.

It seems that the next second he fainted there,

In the midst of the difficulty and forgetfulness of fainting and fainting,

It's a kind of struggling with something,

It's something that wants to struggle very hard and hard to do something.

It seems that he can't do anything there,

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

What is there is something that is very difficult in that, what is very difficult,

There is something that seems to hurt a lot in that,

Something hurt very much,

will be forgotten in it,

It's as if there are no bones left in it, even the last bit of flesh and blood remains.

And what she really can't leave is her sustenance,

It's her attachment,

It's her warmth,

It's what she's looking forward to.

What do you want to expect,

There are many, many expectations and expectations,

And in the end, I found that all the expectations and expectations would still be completely empty in there.

Something that will collapse on the edge of it,

Like a broken dead thing,

What you have, what you can do,

There is also something that cannot be done,

What is struggling between the edge of the impossible and the dead silence,

I want to struggle to die in it,

Struggling to die still,

The general thing that struggled in it.

It's hard to look back at the heart,

It seems to be the hard maneuver of the heart,

It's as if the heart is sinking bit by bit there,

Death and death in that sinking and what died,

It is a kind of death and death that belongs to life itself,

I feel trembling in it,

It's like something is going to kill you.

It was fainting in the midst of that fate,

Something that was also faint in that fate,

It's a very painful existence,

And in that very painful and painful place,

What kind of sustenance and nostalgia do you want to find,

But I still found that I couldn't find any kind of sustenance and nostalgia there.

It's just that...... It seems that what kind of pain was felt in it,

In the midst of all the pain and hurt,

What kind of comfort do you want to find,

But it was as if there was no comfort to be found there,

It's like there's something you've never been able to find.

There is a kind of cruelty,

What belongs to something very primitive in itself is a kind of cruelty and indifference and indifference,

But in the midst of the edge and the margin,

I can't find what kind of truth,

I can't find any good in it.