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105 persistence in a trance

It's just confused there, it's just vague there,

Some of the things are blurred there,

There are also some things, which are inexplicable and seem to be unclear there,

It's like something that doesn't know,

It also seems to be something that is difficult to find and hard to find there,

The figure was so near, and yet seemed so far away,

There's a lot of drowsiness, and there's a lot of drowsiness and confusion there.

What kind of faintness is produced in the midst of helplessness,

Also in that helplessness, there is something far away,

It's like there, far, far away or something,

Many, many things are there and don't care about things.

In the midst of that effort, it seems that there is something that I really want to persevere.

She seemed to have fainted,

What if she could pass out all the time?

What if she could just pass out and never get up again?

What does she want to rely on there,

For a while, she was in a trance,

It also seems to be demented there,

Just there nostalgic,

It's just something that I miss very much there,

It seems that there is a lot of desire to get closer,

What I wanted to get close to there,

But suddenly I found that it was something that I couldn't get close to.

That's something you can't find out.

It's like there's something out there.

Want to relax there, want to relax there,

Because of what kind of sleepiness, because of what kind of powerlessness,

What I want to put down there,

It's like there's something you can't do anymore,

Just there I feel powerless,

Just there in a daze,

Just looked at him quietly in a daze,

Looking at him in a dream,

It's still so quiet,

is still such an emaciated figure,

Or his back and turn,

But the sword in his hand,

But it seems to be still dripping blood there,

As if he was there to tell her,

Or to warn her,

It's still a long, far distance between them.

On that long, long road of exhaustion and doing your best,

On that path of struggle and effort,

There will always be a period of time,

feeling tired,

There will always be a feeling of exhaustion and something that can't be supported for a while.

I felt powerless right there,

I also felt the weakness of life there,

In the midst of weakness and weakness,

What do you want to put down,

In the midst of that exhaustion,

Too long and too long to be tired,

There was a time when I wanted to be lazy there,

want to relax yourself there,

I want to be stupid and stupid there,

Sometimes I feel stupid and stupid,

stupid and still very happy,

Sometimes stupidity is also a kind of joy.

Because it's very simple, and it seems to be because it's very simple,

There are not so many burdens and burdens.

She seems to be thinking too much there,

She seems to have thought wrong there,

She just passed out again,

After every struggle to faint,

She made her feel a sense of fear and fear,

Because of pain, because of hardship,

Everything made her not want to get up again,

I don't want to struggle anymore to come to my senses,

She has such a heart,

A heart that wants to be lazy there,

What escaped there, too,

I want to never pursue something there again,

I don't want to do anything,

She wanted to hide there,

And he who hid there did not come near anything,

and I don't look for anything,

She just wanted to be alone for a while,

I just want to be there alone for a while,

She was tired and tired,

I also want to rest, and I also want to rely on,

only to find that until the end,

It's still in that breathing breath and breathing empty room,

But in the oppressive silence and dead silence,

Looking for a quiet place again,

Looking for a good quiet again.