2 The sighs of life, the sorrows and sighs of life, what is there is to be found,

There is also something that is plain and peaceful like the flow of water that is maintained there,

It's something that can't be maintained,

There seems to be something that can't be done there,

Also in that difficult oblivion,

Struggling and persevering for something,

It's just that in the midst of that waiting, I found many, many things scattered in it,

There's a lot of things there, and all of a sudden it's going to fade there.

It's like some kind of injury like death and death in life,

In that hurtful way, there is a kind of indifference,

is also in that indifference, deeply experiencing and feeling the harm of that indifference,

It's like something hurts and hurts there. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And in that pain and hurt, it is a kind of sorrow, a kind of forgetting,

It also seems to be a struggle, something that is difficult to cherish in that struggle,

It's like something you can't cherish, like something you've been hard to find in it.

It's as if you can't find it there, and on the way to find it, you've been swaying there so much that you can't find it.

It's as if you can't find anything in it, and you can't find anything.

Also on the road where it is difficult to find and find something, it is a kind of struggle and pain, as if there is a kind of ignorance and unknown in that struggle,

I will feel timidity there, and I will feel a kind of spiritual collision and run-in there.

It's something that can't be done, it's like a very difficult, very difficult thing, and something that you want to avoid in that difficulty.

Also in the midst of that difficulty, there is a feeling and perception of hurting,

It's like a wounded experience, like an injury after an injury.

It's a kind of getting, and it's like not getting anything, it's like getting nothing.

It's as if there's nothing left, it's a kind of whirlwind in the air,

It's as if your head is immersed in the swirling air and forgets and forgets,

It was as if I felt some kind of death and silence in the air.

There trembled, and there was forgetting, and it seemed that there was something not to be felt,

It seems that there has been no clarity about what has been unclear all along,

It was a loneliness, as if in one of those lonely fears and fears,

It's a lonely heart, it's a lonely and hard to approach,

And I can't find a warm heart there, and I forget what I have there,

There is something that is being abandoned and left behind something that is getting farther and farther away.

It's like there's something in life, there's something far away,

It's like something far away and can't be cherished there,

It's a struggle, like a struggle and something forgotten in life itself.

There is something that is difficult to approach there, and there is something that seems to be something that cannot be approached there.

It's kind of unclear, and it seems that there is something that is hard to figure out there.

It is a kind of sustenance, as if it is a spiritual sustenance, and in that sustenance and comfort, it is as if there is something broken and disappeared there.

It's a shattered shatter that has disappeared,

It's like there's something you can't be comfortable with, like something that's hard to do there.

The cry of life is a continuous sorrow and crying in the midst of that continuation,

and in the midst of his weeping and powerlessness, trembling and squirming,

It's a trembling, as if the whole body trembles there,

It also seems to be an uneasy tremor,

What is there is torn there, what is there is broken,

There is something there that is like tears, but it is blurred, and it is all like something that is blurred there.

What is there is vague there, and what is there is is not clear there.

Lots and lots of cherishes, what I want to cherish there,

There is always something that I want to cherish and treasure there,

However, it seems that in the midst of that treasure and treasure, there are many things that cannot be found there.

There is something that is faint there and seems to have disappeared,

And in the midst of that disappearance, suddenly powerlessness, and there I felt weak and powerless,

In that weakness, too, it was a sigh, as if it were a deep sigh.

In that sigh I felt that I was already in that air and could not breathe,

It's like you can't breathe in the air.

It's a pain of not being able to breathe,

The pain and struggle of not being able to breathe is something that I don't want to give up.

It's also something that is hard to give up there,

It's like something you can't give up there,

Many, many things can't be forgotten,

There are many, many things that are hard to forget there.

It's just peaceful there,

Also there want to gently whirl,

It's like something that was gently forgotten there,

It's as if there's something you can't find in the weeping, as if you can't find it all along.

There's something in that gentle,

I don't know what to do there,

It's just wrong and right there,

It's starting to be hard to tell where it is,

It's like I'm confused there,

It's like you're unconscious there.