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3 There is a feeling of hurt, there is a feeling of something that is difficult to choose, and only in that trouble,

It's a long-term and long-lasting thing, in that long, long time, it's a kind of stiff bearing, and it's also a kind of stiffness and hard to bear there.

Always in that can't hide from something, always feel upset there, just in that distraught something,

It's there it's messy, everything is messy there, it's troubled there,

But it is still there to increase the troubles, and it is still there to be harassed and annoyed all the time.

There is no knowledge of what everything has become there, everything is there and everything has become of everything,

Everything is chaotic there, but there is confusion, everything is there when everything is not improving,

When everything was still there, there were many, many things, completely broken and torn apart,

It's just tearing up there, it's hurting there, it's just forgetting and forgetting there.

It's a depression, it's a disgust, I don't want life to be so chaotic, and I don't want it,

Life suffers from this kind of helplessness, when everything is still very unclear there, and everything is there to suffer a deep hurt and destruction.

When everything is still there, it's still there to struggle and explode,

Is it a pain that seems to be about to explode there, or is it in the midst of that pain, something that cannot be escaped.

It's as if everything is piled up there, a kind of heaping hindrance and harm.

It's there to hurt and avoid, it's there to try to tolerate, it's always there to not know what's right,

I don't know what's wrong, I don't know what's possible and what's impossible, I'm just at a loss there,

Because the difficulties and problems are inflated there, and all the problems and difficulties are constantly inflated in it,

Or is there a need for patience, and in that there is a struggle to endure, and only there to endure it.

I don't know what is right or wrong, and I don't know what is good or bad there, when everything becomes chaotic and overwhelmed there.

Just there, when everything seems to be possible there, something becomes impossible there.

Think everything is so easy? How can it be so easy in the world?

Do you think that pie will fall from the sky?

When everything is still there to blur and not clear, all there to destroy, all there to hurt,

It's a kind of anger that is about to explode, like an eruption and explosion of a mushroom cloud.

It was a kind of helplessness in the midst of that confusion, just something that wasn't clear there,

It's like there's always not too much of clarity, there's always not being able to understand something, just being there and disgusting,

It's just that there's something you can't dodge there, it's just crying, it's hurting, it's angry, it's just that you can't escape there, it's just that you can't escape there.

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much hurt and hurt, it's all lonely there, a kind of loneliness to wander alone,

It's also a kind of loneliness to hide, but there is no choice there, just there to endure,

It's kind of unlimited, and it seems that there's no escape there, just there, to discover something else,

But in the midst of it, they found that they could not find anything there, and they found nothing there.

It's just lonely there, it's a kind of lonely sadness, and it's a general thing that can't be relieved there, it's something that can't be tolerated.

It's just running away there, and there's always something that can't be escaped there.

It is the need to feel a life there, a courage that seems to belong to life there.

It's a life where I feel very difficult, it's hard to live there, as if life itself is a kind of pain.

Being alive is a kind of hurt in itself, and when those hurts and hurts are endless, nothing can be found there.

I don't know what everything has become there, it's just that it's irritated there, it's a friction of troubles,

It is a kind of anxiety of trouble, a kind of emotional restlessness, a kind of emotional trouble,

It's something that's constantly being disturbed there, it's chaos in the restlessness that is being disturbed.

It's something that can't be escaped and escaped, but there's no way to be at peace. She would be there crying,

It also seems like she's going to blow up there, as if she can't control herself there,

In the midst of anxiety and irritability, in the impact and collision of troubles, how should we improve our mood there?

The mood is in that where it becomes impossible to improve, the mood is upset there,

It's just chaotic there, it's a chaotic annoyance, it's a chaotic uneasiness. In the midst of all that suffering, when a lot of pain has not yet been overcome, a lot of troubles are there to be troubled,

When the tribulations of life are still there and are very difficult to wear, and even that kind of tolerance has not been well passed,

Many, many things, just broken and dead there, I don't know what everything will become while it's still there.

It's just that it flies there like a flock of birds, and it flies there like a cloud of smoke and shatters.

Many, many people don't understand it, it's just that everything is uncontrollable.

When many, many things become uncontrollable and cannot be changed in one of them,

In the midst of that I want to try to change myself, there I try to control myself, whether I am sad there,

And no matter if you feel depressed and tired of something, you will be there to endure it with all your might.

It's already there, and I don't know what it has become again. It's just that something is getting farther and farther away there, a kind of general that is far away and has no space.

It's as if you don't have time or space to breathe, and you feel upset in it.

It's a kind of uneasiness, it's a kind of force, it's also an effort, it's a struggle, and it seems that it's a kind of struggle that can't give up there.

There was a general thing that struggled to die and die. Is it a kind of uneasiness that belongs to life itself?

Or is it a kind of general mood and feelings that are flying up, what is scarred there,

When everything was still messy there, there was nothing impossible,

It's just disgusting there, but I can't really complain about anything, and all the complaints are buried deep in my heart.

The truth is not willing to complain like this, but in the end, they are still resentful there.

It's still something that can't be done there, and it seems to be difficult to judge in general, and it's not willing to complain there.

However, in the midst of that trouble, I still can't help but get something there, and I don't know what is wrong with my heart.

The heart is troubled in it, and the heart is restless in it, and the heart is troubled in it.

It's just that there's no choice, just there trying to choose to keep a distance, to keep a distance there,

I want to find a kind of tranquility there, I want to find an environment, an environment that just belongs to me there,

There's something you need, but you can't get something, and then everything becomes messed up there.

It's a messy mess, it's a messy sadness, it's just something that can't wait there,

It's just that in the waiting of that time, there are many, many things, which can't be waited for there, and they can't wait.

It's just crying there, but it's a week of sorrow, a kind of sorrow and sadness that is hard to let go,

There I felt deeply that my heart was wounded there, and in that hurt, there was a deep forgetfulness,

It is a kind of long-term forgetting, not knowing what is true and false, and not knowing what is possible and impossible.

However, it is still not possible to judge anything.

Something that is prostrations and powerless to cry there, is like something that becomes weeping and powerless,

It's just that what you don't want to do there, just in that unwillingness, just there to try to bear silently,

And there they endured in silence, no matter how troubled they were, no matter how difficult they were, they were there and tried to endure,

It's all there to be strong, it's something that can't be chosen, and it's something that can't be chosen there.

In that silence, I felt as if everyone was dead and dead there.