PS: Yatu said, in the online article, the whole article is full of emotional descriptions, which is very taboo, what can I do? You can't change the old way if you write and write, what can you do? There's a rhythm of death! Sky!!!!!!!!!! Thank you Yatu, thank you Captain Ou, the flying sea and Tong Feng's click, I was banned yesterday! Thank you for your help!

PS: Because it's dense, I can't see the fame, so, it's still divided into 5 paragraphs, thank you, thank you for your understanding!

91 Forget and forget

There is something that wants to forget, when something is there that is very real to destroy and hurt,

When the hurt is there to be real, it's just there to forget something,

Something that hurts and shatters and wants to forget there, because something hurts too much,

Because it's too sad to be there, I want to keep it clear,

I clearly want to find something again,

In the midst of the search, disappearing and hard to find,

It's like there's something you can't find for a long time.

It's like there's something unknown going on and on,

It's there that I'm at a loss, and I'm cowardly there, but I'm also hurt in that cowardice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a kind of silence and lamentation, it is quiet and silent, and I feel a trembling in that silence,

A trembling of fear and fear, a kind of ought, that kind of confusion, just waiting there,

Just waiting there quietly, as if it was a kind of unknown waiting that could not be discovered,

It's a kind of warmth that wants to care for something, like where you want to find something.

I want to find warmth, I want to be close to warmth there, but I don't want to forget something there.

I don't want to ignore anything, but there are still many, many things I want to cherish there.

Or do you want to care about something there, or something you can't do there.

It's something faint and indifferent there.

It is there quiet, it is there silent, it will be forgotten there, it will be there to forget the pain,

It is to forget regrets, to forget nothingness, to forget regrets, and to be there for a long time and for a long time.

It's a kind of something that can't wait, and it's also in the midst of nothing that can't wait, sad, quietly hurting there,

And on that wounded road, weeping, a silent cry, in that weeping and mourning,

It's a kind of insignificance, as if it's the insignificance in the heart, and what you have is getting smaller and smaller there.

It also seems that there is something that has disappeared there, and there has always been something that has disappeared so much.

What is there in life that you don't want to have, what you have there is that you want to ignore there,

What you want not to care about, what is empty in your mind,

It's like something suddenly empty in your mind,

It's like something that has been neglected and ignored for a long time and a long time.

In the midst of that neglect and neglect, I feel a pain that belongs to life itself,

There is a pain that belongs to life itself, and it is also in the midst of many, many sorrows and sorrows,

Many, many things are hard to find there, and many, many are hard to find, just forgotten there,

It's just hard there,

There's also something where every nerve seems to be struggling there, and that's a kind of helplessness.

It's something that can't be escaped, it's just quietly there, it's quiet, it's a silent thing,

There is also something that is not willing to refute there,

It's as if you can't do anything there, and it seems to be hurt in the midst of what you can't do.

What you want to hide from there, what you are afraid of there,

It's just a feeling and a feeling of being overwhelmed by that hurt and fear, that's a kind of waiting,

It's a long, long wait, as if you're there to consume your own heart.

It's a kind of hurt that has been consumed, and it is also a kind of regret that has been consumed,

And there is a lot of pain in it, and there is something that hurts and can't get close,

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

It's a kind of unknown, like something that can't be approached, and it's something that is difficult to get close to.