3And there he waited, so long and diligently,

It's like waiting for something that is vacant and blank in it,

It's something that can't be approached, and it seems to be something that can't be found there.

And in the midst of what is near and cannot be found, what is there is empty there,

There is also something cunning there, and there is also something that is sneaky there in general,

It's as if it's insincere there. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a kind of insincere weariness, and it is also a kind of powerlessness and sadness that is not sincere and true enough.

In that sorrow, I felt a kind of coldness and coldness of human feelings, and I was also in that coldness and indifference,

In it, there is something that is wrenching in the heart, and it seems to be something that is uneasy in it.

It's going to be painful there, as if it's all there.

It's as if every nerve is being pained in it.

What is lost there, what is there is real and cold there is cold,

is also indifferent in it, in that coldness and indifference, what is far away,

It's as if there's something there, far away, or something.

You will feel a kind of helplessness in it, and you will also feel something disturbed and cramped in it.

will choose to be dizzy in that struggle and powerlessness, and in that dizziness and despair, I feel a kind of powerlessness and weakness,

In the midst of that powerlessness and weakness, I felt something there that I couldn't find,

It seems that there is something that is difficult to find and find.

What is there will be weak, and what there will be weak,

It's as if I'm feeling exhausted and unwilling to do something there,

In that physical weakness, what I don't want to do,

It's like there's something you can't struggle with anymore,

What is there that will be difficult to struggle with in it,

There will also be something that is hard to find in it,

It's a kind of tiredness, but also a kind of tiredness,

It's as if I feel something exhausted and hard to get close to.

It's as if there's something you can't get close to in it, and it's grinding in it,

It's like the body and mind are consumed together,

I also felt a kind of exhaustion and fatigue in that exortion,

In that exhaustion and fatigue, I felt a kind of physical forgetfulness and ignorance and indifference.

That's a fear, that's a heaviness,

It's like something you can't do in the midst of that heaviness, as if you can't do anything in it.

There is something there to feel a kind of weakness,

What kind of weakness and powerlessness are there that are vulnerable,

It's like it's a kind of vulnerability in life there,

I also felt a kind of powerlessness in that vulnerability,

It seems to be like forgetting and forgetting in one of them.

What kind of endless weariness is that, and in that weariness and powerlessness,

There she felt all her pores frustrated,

It's like there's always some kind of insect crawling on it.

It's like an insect walking on its own skin.

It's a kind of unbearable and unbearable, a kind of pain and something that has been forgotten.

That's what is unfair, and in that unfairness and oblivion,

Something that is there, just something that has been alienated and alienated in it,

It's like there's a kind of helplessness, a kind of fear and fear,

What you will be afraid of there, and what you will be afraid of, and what you will be afraid of and in the pain that you will be afraid of,

Lonely and lonely wandering, but also strong and stoic in that loneliness and loneliness not to forget,

No more running away from anything.

There is something that gives rise to a kind of resentment and disgust in it,

In the midst of that resentment and disgust, I felt a kind of weakness, and also in that weakness and sorrow,

Convulsions and weeping, and in that convulsions and weeping,

I felt distant, something very far away, as if it was out of reach.

That's something that can no longer be cherished,

It's something that can no longer be found,

Everything is filthy and filthy in it,

Everything hovers in there,

And in the long and distant wandering and sorrow,

It's something that can't be approached,

In the midst of the inaccessible and unsearchable,

It's something that can't be endured,

It seems that in that there will be something so unbearable,

It also seems that there is nothing that can be done there,

It also seems that something will be completely forgotten and forgotten there.