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I never thought that everything would become like this, that it would become so tricky, that it would become so small and dazed, that everything was chaotic there,

It's as if it's going to be endlessly chaotic there.,And what's at a loss.,There's something that seems to be running away there.,

It is as if he fled there, and there was no rest, and as if he were there without breathing,

A lot of things that can't be guarded and waited, a lot of things that don't go well and are unsatisfactory.

She was there as if she were in a dream, as if she hadn't noticed anything before it had disappeared.

It's completely gone, everything is empty there, there's nothing to be done,

It's as if you're surprised and panicked there, it's a panic, it's a panic, it's a

It seems that it can't catch up there, as if it can't catch up there.

In the tension and panic that can't be chased, in the pain and hurt that can't be caught up and can't be caught up,

It's a kind of helpless something, and it seems to be a helpless and distant something, just in that far away,

It's very far away, it's as if it's too far away to be reached, like an unattainable end and beginning or origin.

It's like being immersed in a fog, in the fog and trance that doesn't land in front of the village and behind the village,

Living in the world, but it seems to be a kind of trance and a sense of detachment living in a dream.

It's a kind of remoteness, as if it's far away, it's like it's something far away, it's like it's hard to get close to it.

It was a kind of remote, difficult to approach, a kind of trance, and it seemed to be a forgetfulness, and it seemed to be a kind of helplessness.

It was a kind of abuse, and it seemed to be a kind of being hurt, and it was also hurt in it, and it hurt to the bone marrow.

But he was at a loss in the midst of that hurt, and he forgot in that hurt, as if he was in that midst of it.

It seemed to be a kind of resentment, and it seemed to be an insatisfying resentment, as if the resentment itself would be there, very tired.

She was too lazy to resent there, as if resentment was a kind of exhausting thing, and she had no heart or power to do anything anymore.

Since she didn't want to resent it anymore.

Naturally, I don't want to cherish anything anymore.

Because in that haggard heartbreak, everything is also in a trance there, and the painful convulsions seem to have only just begun.

Everything seems to have happened there before anything was properly discovered and found.

It seems to have changed there, like a dream, like a dream that has never woken up.

The wandering people, the wandering dreams, the wandering pain, everything hurts there,

It's all hurting there, it's something that can't be done, and it seems that there's something that can't be done in the midst of pain and hurt.

It seems to be a kind of hesitation, right in that hesitation, hesitation, hesitation and hesitation, just there in a trance,

It also seems to be forgotten there, and in that forgetting, it seems to be an inexplicable and seemingly inexplicable kind of anger.

It's just that it's incomprehensible, it's just that it's confused, it's just that there's something to follow, and there's nothing to be found.

It's just that it's just getting carried away there, it's going to hurt very much there, and it seems to be struggling there, struggling with something.

It's something that I want to try to ignore and ignore there, and it seems to be something that I can't do anymore.

There's something that hasn't been discovered in it, and everything seems to be hidden there.

It's like an endless hiding, stealth. What escapes and escapes is in that for a long time.

It's impossible, and it seems to be something that is struggling there, and it seems that it can't be done in it, and it can't be done at all.

That's something that can't be found, that's something that can't be found, that's something that wants to give up and give up,

It seems that it is difficult to give up all the way, something that is difficult to give up, just quiet in it, just silent in it,

Also in that silence, I feel a vacancy, a vacancy and a blankness, and in that vacancy and blankness,

It's a kind of tension, a tension that is difficult to explain itself. Li Xianxian didn't know what she was nervous about.

She is still walking in the crowd, she is still there silently and quietly walking in the crowd,

Nothing has changed, nothing has changed. But she is not very clear that her heart,

Why is my heart beating there, messy there, and unbearable, a kind of hardship and hardship that is overwhelming.

It's just that I'm stunned there, it's a kind of hard to hold on, and it seems to be a kind of hard to look back.

The past that is difficult to look back, the past that is difficult to look back, some of the pain and heavy memories that are difficult to look back on and recall, will be heavy in it,

In that place, it is as if it is carrying thousands of pounds of weight, it is heavy there, and it is also overwhelmed there.

It's a kind of loneliness that is hard to look back on, and it's also a kind of loneliness that is lonely and haggard,

It's as if you're dying in it, what kind of loneliness and haggard thing you can't wait for.

It's a perfunctory, it's a kind of forgetfulness, it's a kind of unseriousness and insincerity, she can't explain it.

She can't explain her feelings and perceptions and feelings about others well and clearly.

In the same way, it is no longer possible to interpret and understand other people's feelings, perceptions and attitudes towards oneself.

What is not understood in it, and what cannot be found in it, will be chaotic in it,

will also forget and forget in it, it is a simple thing, and it seems to be something that is so scared and afraid there,

In the midst of fear and fear, what cannot be approached is what cannot be approached in the midst of it.

It is also in that there is something that cannot be found and found.

Everything, many, many things, gradually became insincere in it, and it also became trance-like and difficult to approach and defend in it.

With every step, she felt a kind of fear, as if beating a drum in her heart.

She wants to hold on there, she wants to be strong there, she works hard there and tries hard to be strong,

To be strong enough to bear what a person can really face and discover, she has to hold on well there,

She wants to support what she can support, she wants to do what she can do.

She had to start over there, she had no choice but to start over there,

In the days when she had to start choosing again, she was just in a trance,

It's just that I'm at a loss there, and it seems that I can't abandon it there.

Many, many heaviness, it's hard to put down there, as if you can't put down there.

It's there to be at a loss, and it's there to be confused, as if in a dream,

It seems to be psychedelic, and when something disappears there, it is like air that has to be mixed there.

She was a little dazed there, and she didn't know what had become of everything, but she was just there in a daze?

Is it just a state of confusion there? Is it just that it's hard to hold on and look back?

When the pain is diffused in the bits and pieces, it is a kind of all brokenness,

It's as if everything in everything is psychedelic there, and it's all trivial,

It's as if it's completely broken in the midst of it,

It also seems to be broken there on a hopeless road, already there the heart is broken,

I'm already scared there.

I was already there afraid, tired, helpless, forgetful, and chaotic, as if in that chaotic heaven and hell,

Everything is lost there, and it is lost there,

Just walking there, but also on that straight street, disappeared in the crowd and the flow of people.

She was completely lost in the crowd and the flow of people.

It's as if she had disappeared in the crowd or died in the crowd and the flow of people.

No one cared about her, no one cared about her, her death or existence was irrelevant.

That's reality, but it's also a kind of sadness, a kind of sadness, and a kind of sadness.

It also seems to be a kind of sadness and sadness of sadness and forgetfulness,

It's just in that trance, and it's only in that it forgets,

It's just that I want to work hard to harden my heart a little harder, a little harder.

She needs to be strong. Be a little stronger.

In those days when she didn't care, she needed to take care of herself.

When everything that is trivial is broken and shattered in it, she is only there to choose to be strong, and she chooses to be strong in it.