I don't know what has become of everything.

It's just so distant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Free,

Destroying,

The wounds of destruction are cracking,

It's so empty.

In the loneliness of that piece,

In that deathly tranquility,

What's the sound?

Who is coughing there?

Whose deep breath is it?

Whose deep moaning ,,, sound?

And who?

I want to express my feelings,

But it's so hard to express it.

What is it difficult to express your feelings?

It's so hard to express it easily,

It's so easy to forget,

will forget,

All the hurt and pain will be forgotten.

Just a forgetting?

What kind of lonely wandering is that?

What kind of loneliness is that?

What kind of forgotten wound is it?

Leave silently,

Leave silently,

Quietly departed,

I just had to leave,

It's coming again again.

Coming again and leaving again.

In the hesitation and wandering,

Or choose to go away.

A white fox leaps through the dust,

Leap through the mountains and forests.

It was a snow-white light and shadow,

It's a shadow that seems to be forgotten,

It's a light and shadow that can't be faced,

I can't face the past anymore.

It's a pain that can't be faced,

That's something that has to be avoided.

It's going to be avoided again......

What is right and wrong?

What kind of sorrow and sorrow?

Go away there,

It's all gone.

Far away there,

Far, far away,

Far, far away.

Far, far away,

Far away as if you would forget it so much,

As if it would be so forgetful,

It's like it's going to be so much forgotten.

In that place lost his mind and was sorrowful,

In that place,

In that empty pain,

And it's hard to extricate yourself,

What should I do?