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44 Headaches

What kind of struggle there is, is there to struggle again, there is a constant struggle, some hesitation, some melancholy and confusion struggle, as if it is so vacant, so far away.

It's so real, it's so shocked, what kind of tremor and puzzlement it is, but it's so far away, it's so far away, but it's still real.

Or will it be there unconsciously and start over again, what kind of dream begins and falls again, is it the rise and fall of ordinary dreams, what kind of dream-like rise and fall, but it is blank, what kind of pain there is, what kind of pain there is torn there. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Started to be confused, what kind of confusion was that all of a sudden, it was the reincarnation of memory, who was close, who was avoiding, if he continued to get closer, she would just run farther away, and in the end, he was still gone.

He doesn't seek anymore, he doesn't seek and seek again, and this seems to be the real and the life that seems to be unreal.

She was actually just in the air, in the quiet air, in the empty and uninhabited world, only occasionally at certain times, just in the wind, alone there, she would be so lonely and forgotten, she would be so lonely and forgetful, she would be so lonely and painful, so painful, so sad, how difficult it was to approach, how unapproachable, how painful it was to be inaccessible, how sad it was.

What kind of pain after struggle and effort, what kind of pain in the soul, it is so like the pain that has been completely cut apart, it is so sad that it is falling in a starry sky, it is a pure sky, but it is dark.

It was a night sky full of stars, a night sky so bright, so painful somewhere in the heart, so cruel pain, so cruel and untrue.

It was such a cruel pain, a pain in every nerve, a pain so far away, so far away that it could never be found again. It's so far away, it's so far away, it's so far away, it's so far away.

There is too much pain and sorrow, there is too much untruth and confusion, there is too much delusion and illusion, there is a pain that tugs at a certain part of the heart. But the forgetfulness in that pain, the disappearance in that pain, the disappearance of something, is not so difficult to explain what kind of struggle, what kind of physical struggle is the pain, and that does not seem to replace the vacancy and void of any place.

What kind of void and void in the heart is that, and in what kind of void and void, is it just so sad?

I still have to forget and forget all the pain again, what kind of disappointment in forgetting and blankness, what kind of disappointment and helpless pain it seems to be, but it is so far away in the struggle of loss and pain in a certain part of the heart.

The starry sky is far away, the starry sky is out of reach, and what kind of pain and pain are out of reach. That's what it means to forget the disappointment and the void in it. It's just such a fall, looking at the distance in that fall, just staring and gazing in that fall.

And then what kind of blankness, what kind of blankness in the mind, the coldness of a certain part of the heart, as if a certain place in the cold was cut by a cold knife, and it was like a pain and pain in a certain part of the heart.

It's like the pain and pain of the heart, as if it's a nostalgia somewhere in the heart, and it's something that you can't miss anymore. What kind of resentment.

What kind of resentment is in a certain part of the heart that is difficult to explain and difficult to reinterpret, what kind of resentment is that kind of resentment of the heart, and what kind of long-term resentment. Resentful right and wrong, resentful right and wrong, is that an empty dream? Still an empty dream that you can't find?

Something you can't find. I will never remember and seek anything again, as if I will no longer be looking for anything, no longer waiting for anything, no longer waiting for anything. There is something unreal, what is unknown, what is getting farther and farther away, it is so far away that it is difficult to get closer again. So what kind of untraceable distantness is it?

Is it a dream? Or is it real? Is it the starry sky? Is it the starry sky full of stars? Is it a brilliant starry sky? It's like a dream starry sky.

The stars were full of light. The light is in the whole dark world, what is shining in the darkness of the world, it has to shine again in this way, it has to shine again and brightly, the brightness of dreams, what kind of light it is, what kind of brightness it has, and what kind of destructive and dazzling light it has.

What kind of glare there is, what kind of glare light it is, and what kind of glare pain it has.

Something near, something far away. That's what is real, and it's so unreal. There is something that is possible there, and there seems to be something impossible.

In the end, everything has become something like this, and everything has become something again in this way.

In the midst of the staggering, it was a pair of angry eyes, what kind of angry eyes seemed to be on fire. In those angry eyes, there is something that cannot be sought and found, as if there is something that cannot be found, as if there are too many things that cannot be found, and there are too many things that cannot be found.

It's just so confused, there is nothing to the ground, disappearing and disappearing or something. What kind of approach is there to seek, what kind of re-approach is being re-searched?

Something that was getting farther and farther away, more and more like the pain of any nerve twitching, the pain of something that could not be found, as if there was some kind of anger and what kind of anger in the air that could not be grasped and which seemed to be ungraspable, as if there was something burning in that part of the heart again.

It's so painful and angry, it's so invisibly on fire, it's invisibly growing in it, it's re-growing in it, it's like forgetting and forgetting again, it's like there's somewhere cramping, it's in the cramp and it's in the cramp and it's in the cramp.

It's so painful that you can't find anything anymore, it's so painful that you don't believe in it anymore, and what kind of pain you don't believe in anymore. The kind of disappearance is the disappearance of a kind of trust, a kind of trust that no longer goes back and forth.

How long will it last? It's like struggling so and so for a long time, it's like there's a bug that's gnawing there, biting something there, wriggling there.

What kind of insect is like biting restlessly and frantically somewhere in her own heart, biting every empty place, biting every cowardly and soft place, and she just holds herself so tightly.

It's just that you have to hold yourself so tightly, you have to hold yourself so tightly, you have to hold yourself so tightly in the pain, you have to hold yourself so tightly and forget the general pain.

It's a long, long time away or something, and it's coming back. Something came back uneasily.

It's so uneasy, it's like what kind of uneasy pain, what kind of pain is struggling there, what kind of pain is growing there, what kind of pain is breeding, what kind of anxiety is breeding, what kind of anxiety is breeding, what kind of anxiety is breeding, what kind of anxiety is breeding.

A certain place in the heart, where and where the heart is, is so far away, so gnashing its teeth and aching, what kind of tearing, what kind of wanting to tear it again, what kind of thing seems to be very far away and what kind of thing cannot be traced, what kind of place is so difficult to trace.

In that difficult to find and seek, just in the air, just so difficult in the air, just so crying in the air, as if the body and mind are at a loss to cry, what is too close and so far, too close and too far what is difficult to approach, what can no longer be found.

What kind of distant and unreachable dreams are so convulsive and struggling, what kind of distantness is there, what kind of unreachable dreams are there, what kind of disillusionment is there, and the unreachable dreams of dreams, as if to say: I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place.

What kind of remorse, what kind of regret. But the blank in the regret, the overwhelmed in the regret, the melancholy in the regret and the blankness, and how to get the melancholy in that piece is just a regression, just like this to withdraw and take a step back again.

It was like never approaching again, as if it could no longer get close, and it was like retreating step by step without stopping, and it was like retreating step by step. In the blink of the retreat, he didn't even have the strength and strength to blink.

It was as if he was so suddenly powerless, and then, just trembling, helpless in that trembling helplessness, helpless smile, helplessly sad, helplessly sad, helplessly searching, it was as if he was constantly searching and searching. It's just that I didn't wait for the moment to open my mouth, as if I couldn't open my mouth yet, and then I disappeared, and I couldn't find it.

And so it is, there is nothing that can no longer be pursued and found. There's something that's staggered, there's staggered, there's a trance, there's a whirlwind of air in the air, there's a sinking of air, that's the weight of air.

There seems to be no weight in the air, and in that air, it seems to carry such a very heavy weight, and that heavy weight seems to be so difficult to find anymore, and so and so it is impossible to find it anymore.

It's so empty, it's as if I suddenly feel a blank, as if I suddenly have to disappear, what kind of vacancy and blankness, what kind of struggle in that void and blank, and what kind of struggle to forget.

What kind of forgotten deception, like what kind of impossible vacancy and void, like how to hide deep in the heart of fear and distrust and disbelief somewhere complex. What kind of emotion is gone? That's what you can't find anymore.

In that innobious and unsearchable, in that void and void, is it a cry somewhere in the heart and helplessly sad and painful? In that sadness and what kind of pain I am looking for something again, and I seem to be searching for something again and again.

Searching and searching for something again and again, it is so and so non-stop, it is like a little goblin, like a little goblin floating suddenly from among the clouds, it is a little goblin who comes down from the clouds to this world, down to this earthly world, and that little goblin has to keep his eyes open like this.

opened his own pair of vacant and blank eyes, in those vacant eyes, what kind of pity, what kind of pain, and what kind of sigh he had to have, and it was such a soft and helpless sigh. Just sighing there, just sighing sadly there. In that sad air, disappearing is only the gentle friction between the cold, just the passing between the two, the intersection, the staggered something, the thing that has disappeared like this, the thing that has disappeared like this, what has disappeared like this, what can no longer be found.

I don't know what I don't know, but I don't know what I don't know. It's like it's impossible, it's like it's going to be forgotten, it's like it's going to be hollow and blank again, it's like there's something that can't be found.

What kind of pain of the heart, where and where is the pain of the heart, just reluctance, just pity, just sighing so and so, sighing deeply but sighing so long and long, just so long and long, as if it had been so long and long.

The pain for a long time, the unforgettable for a long time, the pain for a long time, the pain in the breath for a long time. It's like a pain that a person can forget, it's like a pain that can be forgotten in life, the pain in life, it's a quiet and silent pain, just silent, just so quietly, but it seems to be something that can disappear quietly and silently, something that has disappeared completely, something that has disappeared, something that is vacant and blank.

It's transparent, it's transparent, it's not just air, it's transparent, what kind of nerves are pulling where, what kind of nerves are in trouble, and it's so difficult for yourself in that place.

I don't know what to do, but I am so drawn by the air of my memory, what kind of pain is pulled by the disappearing in my memory, as if something is hot in my mind, and it seems to be burned out like this.

What is there is that is impossible in that place. It's so hard to find, and it's a frustration in that fall.

Failed? When she is lonely and lonely, she will still miss him so much, or will she be so reluctant and helpless to miss it, the strings of her thoughts and the strings of her thoughts are plucked, and the trembling is not the vibration of a good note, nor the sound of a good music, but what kind of heart is being emptied.

It's like being empty, being bounced out of a certain part of the air, being bounced out of some pain somewhere in the soul, as if the sound of a whirlwind in the empty air, and in that whirlwind there is the pain of memory.

Memories are not so warm, what kind of cold memories have, what kind of cold convulsions are painful, memories are icy memories are frightening, but they are difficult to avoid.

It is an inescapable memory, it is an unavoidable memory, it will be so displaced, it will be so forgetting, it will be so re-forgetting, what kind of silent and empty memories and memories will be there.

What can't be found, what kind of void and void is there that hurts, where you struggle and are at a loss, where you are at a loss, where you are at a loss, or is it like this and so that you will have to forget and forget again?

Is it just the reincarnation of this hand? The forgetting in the reincarnation, the life after life in the reincarnation, but all this seems to be not what she needs and wants, not what she expects, what she really expects, as if it is still so impossible to find, as if it is an impossible empty waiting there, empty waiting. In the midst of the empty guard, I just thought it was an empty injury, and I had to forget it again.

"In that reincarnation, you came back again like this." Her voice suddenly echoed there nicely, "Yin Ling, you still can't get out of the city of locks, can you?" ”

"Cloud Butterfly?" Yin Ling just turned his head to look in a trance, as if he saw a woman with a bewitching smile twisting her waist in front of her walking towards her step by step, just like this and leaning towards her step by step with a smile, Yin Ling just bothered, "Could it be that I have never been able to get out of the lock worry city?" Or can't anyone who enters the city of Locks and Worries get out of this city? And what about the failure? Will he be able to get out of the city? ”

"What do you say? Hehe. Yun Die just looked at Yin Ling and smiled charmingly, "You've been gone for so long, have you walked out of Lock Worry City?" Didn't I say that you wouldn't be able to get out of this city without me taking you out? Also, about the frustration, is that the man? "It's as if she was thinking about something.

She suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, "I really don't understand, when he was right in front of you, you were so like hiding from something very scary. And when he's no longer with you, you start caring about him again. I really don't understand, it's hard to understand. Yun Die just kept chuckling there, "What do you really care about him?" Or are you afraid of him? If you care about him, why do you avoid him when he comes to you? And when he is truly gone, when he is truly not by your side, why do you care about him? He Yinling, He Yinling, he Ye fell into the air and walked out of the lock worry city, what does it matter to you if you can't get out of the lock worry city? ”

"It's not ...... It's none of my business, but, that's it...... Just ask casually, can't you ask? Yin Ling just felt a little difficult to speak, and replied, "I can't get out of the lock worry city by myself, I don't understand, can't he get out of the lock worry city too?" ”

"Hehe, if it's really none of your business, you don't have to ask, and besides, why do you have to explain it like that? I'm just asking casually, isn't it just for you to ask casually, not for me? Yun Die just gently stroked her green silk with one hand, and then smiled so charmingly, "When did I say that you would never be able to leave the Lock Worry City?" Why can't he get out of the Lockdown City? Don't you know the true purpose of his coming to lock up the city? ”

"Failed...... He...... The purpose of locking up the city? Yin Ling just felt a tangle in his mind, what kind of tangled pain, what kind of embarrassment and so helpless, so unsearchable, so unsearchable what kind of pain.

It was as if something was in the middle of a void and a void, something was trembling there, something was painful and warm, and it was as if something had been cut open like a knife, something was there, somewhere in the heart.

She couldn't stop her pain, she seemed to be so hurt and so sad that she let her body and mind tremble abnormally, it was a helpless trembling of the whole body, and it seemed to be because of excitement, as if she had suddenly found what kind of excitement, she was still so indescribable.