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61 Sadness and sorrow

It's the lack of search in the middle of the fall, the pain and sorrow in the place, the kind of misery and sorrow, just the things that can't wait there, as if the things that can't be waited for there, are all avoided there, so quiet and quiet.

What kind of evasion there is, it can't be done there, and it seems that it can't wait there, the bad one, the bad one, the picky little boy just threw away the pen she handed him again and again, and he yelled at her angrily: "You go away, you are so annoying!" Get out of here! ”

She was just stunned, she was still holding the pen in her hand, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to react, she still didn't know what to do there, she didn't know whether it was better for her to leave first, or to persuade him, she finally held the pen in her hand, and tried hard to muster up the courage to say to the little boy in front of her: "Disappointed, in fact, ......"

What kind of sorrow there is, and what kind of sorrow is difficult to describe, just giving back there, but finding that the feedback is unfair, as if the heart that has been cut out to share is so overwhelming and difficult to find.

Because of this, since this is the case, they have to be, and they are still like this, and they are still in that place, but they are grinding there, and it feels like they are grinding and suffering too much, and they are suffering so painfully, as if they can't find another day there, as if they can't find something again, what kind of emotions are growing there, what emotions are spreading there, and what kind of helpless pain and sorrow are going on and sustaining there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There seems to be something that should be like this, and there seems to be something that shouldn't go on like this, but what is indistinguishable, and what seems to be impossible, what is gone, and it seems that it will always be there forever.

What kind of teasing, but in that sorrow, what kind of sorrowful bowing of the head, where the head is bowed weakly and weakly, knowing what seems to be wrong, as if the fault is outrageous, outrageous, what kind of pain will tremble there, as if it will be there to find the answer, as if it will be there as if it will be there to find the cause.

The change between the long-term seems to be there without change, is it a change, or a storm, or messy, or lonely, or disappearing, or elimination, or blank, or blank outside the blank, just staring there, staring deeply, waiting, waiting for a long and tormented waiting, it is a very incredible waiting, it turns out to be a different feeling, it turns out to be there trembling.

, there is a kind of ignorant loneliness, there is an incredible feeling and feeling, only to find out what kind of right and wrong is all right and wrong that is difficult to find.

Judging there, it seems that it is difficult to judge something, but it is declining there, what kind of disorder, and I am at a loss in the midst of a large number of disorders, and what kind of wrongness is suddenly found in it, and what kind of forgetfulness is also there.

The pain in forgetting, the wandering in forgetting, the death and silence in forgetting, suddenly, I realized that it seemed very difficult to bury my head and bury my head in death, it seemed that it was difficult and difficult there, just holding on there, but I couldn't give up, I couldn't forget, I couldn't choose again, as if I had no choice there.

The wind was blowing there one by one, and it was blowing quietly and whirling, and what was surging, and what was surging there, and what was surging and excited, as if it was so uneasy, surging at a loss, and as if it was surging there at a loss.

What is there is there is too terrible, what there is there is not clear there, it is as if what kind of unfairness is slowly beginning there, what kind of disordered and mixed sense of dislocation, what kind of dislocation in that trance, and anger in that dislocation, will be so angry and angry all of a sudden.

In that anger, and suddenly there was no way to live a good life, there was no way at all, and then, jumping there, trembling there, and nervous there, as if the whole heart was surging there, surging there like a tide, so warm, so painfully surging, what kind of excitement and thoughts were surging in the blood.

Those right and wrong, right and wrong, tears and tears, trance and forgetfulness of the spirit, and the confusion of all kinds of trivial and chaotic feelings, are wrong there.

What kind of confusion, what kind of heartache, what kind of helplessness, what kind of fear, what kind of overwhelming.

When something is expected, something that has been waiting for a long time, something that is not right when you are uneasy, it seems like something that you have been there for a long time and has been there for a long time, it is obviously impossible, it is obviously unknowable, it is obviously unapproachable, but suddenly it is so stubborn and it seems that it is so wrong that you want to disobey there.

I wanted to resist there, but suddenly I found that those eyes, those eyes that looked through the autumn water, there was anger in those eyes, but the anger suddenly declined, as if the fire of anger, suddenly it was so weak, it would be very weak there to decline and decline, but it was weak, as if it had been fooled, as if it was whirling in the whirlpool of decline and could not extricate itself, as if it was so deeply trapped in the whirlpool of death. It's like feeling the pain of death there.

It's at fault, it's like forgetting, it's really not wanting to be like this, it's really not wanting to be like this, but everything is suddenly so messed up together, and it's disordered in it, it's like it's going to be painful there, it's painful disorder, what kind of painful disorder is suffering in it.

And it seems that there is some kind of pain there struggling to escape and escape something, just there to escape, there to hide, there to fear, and also to forget in it, who can't get close, can't get close to warmth.

In that confusion and struggle, anger and a kind of fragility intertwined, a kind of fragility that is very weak somewhere in the bottom of my heart, very weak, very weak, fragile in that resistance, but in that desperate resistance, it is so weak and so weak and finally it has to fall, it is so faulty, and it seems to be at a loss.

A lot of death, a lot of confusion, a lot of sadness, a lot of past and right and wrong, a lot of escape and escape, just fleeing there, and as if there will be vacancy and blankness, just meeting there.

It's as if there was a sudden encounter, on the way to meet, it was in the past, but it was also unexpected, in an unexpected time, in an unexpected place, in that it seemed to be a very ordinary day, in that seems to be a very ordinary street, two people who had had some entanglements in their previous lives and previous lives, and they have long been strangers to each other in this life and this life.

They have long forgotten each other, but in that completely strange time, in that completely strange space, the sudden encounter between each other is completely strange, as if it was a sudden reunion, it is a kind of forgetting and forgetting.

There have been too many reunions and reincarnations in the world, constantly repeating there, constantly reincarnating there, and constantly forgetting there, as if they were constantly forgetting there, as if they were forgetting all right and wrong there.

The forgotten smoke clouds, forgetting the sky, as if they had forgotten everything there, what kind of voice was shouting there, as if it was there very painful and painful shouting, but there it was as if it was feeling what kind of ancient time and memory were long and long.

What there was was was there but it was blurred, those melancholy memories and voices, what kind of shouts, as if they were disappearing with the wind, and shattered with the drift of the wind. It seems that it is not just the memory, and it is not just the air, because the air is always there to be broken.

Just like the leaves on the trees, they were all broken piece by piece, as if they were broken and cut by nature, as if they were shards of glass, falling to the ground, cutting the palm of the hand, and then, as if they were falling into the air, falling into the clouds, falling into the clouds, piercing into the heart, and then, like broken stars, falling one by one, falling all over the branches, and the green leaves fell all over the branches.

Like the most beautiful and gorgeous memories of who and who in full bloom, overflowing with my heart. The moment she met him, when the verdant trees were full of fragrant flowers, she was destined to have the fate of the flowers withering, and she was destined for the most beautiful flowers.

The most prosperous is only a moment, an ethereal moment, the most beautiful, the best, and always short-lived, just like their reunion and encounter, their reunion seems to be for separation.

Encounters are just a kind of painful foreshadowing for separation. It's like a trick of the god of fate, and it seems to be a natural law, as if the flowers bloom and fall, and the leaves grow and the leaves wither.

There will always be reluctance there, but when the clock of life rings there, what kind of life urging, the person who should travel far away is going to travel far, the person who should be sent off is also going to see off, and the person who should face his mistakes again should also pay for his mistakes.

Since people make mistakes, they will never be able to escape all the consequences of their own mistakes, their own consequences, the sins they have created, and the taste of the bitter fruits they have committed, and in the end, only one person can taste them, whether they are willing or unwilling.

Even if you want to refuse, want to shirk, that kind of shirk will only increase the weight of the bitter fruit, and it will only make the hollow of the unfillable void and void bigger and bigger. The debts owed in life also accumulate there.

"Goodbye." There he spoke softly.

She turned her back to him, just stroked the tree, and didn't say a word, she didn't know what to say, she didn't know if she was going to blame him, she didn't know if she was going to blame him.

She wanted to comfort herself, but suddenly she found that if she opened her mouth, she really spoke, she would still be resentful, or she would not be able to hold back resentment there, since she would still be resentful, in order not to leave him with any good memories at the moment of leaving, then, she should not speak, she was better not to open her mouth at all, not to say anything, maybe, too many words, it will only increase what kind of disorder, will only make each other's mood more heavy and troubled. He's the one who's leaving, since, he's already planning to go.

She also planned to let him go, since each other's hearts were almost the same, no amount of words would be cumbersome and procrastinating.

She was speechless, he was speechless, but after all the hesitation, he still opened his mouth so melancholy: "Spirit ......"

If it weren't for the wind blowing there, if it weren't for the slight trembling of her body there, he would almost think that she didn't hear him clearly, he just looked at her, just waited, waited for her reply for a long time, but it seemed that he couldn't hear anything for a long time, couldn't wait for anything, he finally sighed deeply and said: "Ling, your body is not good, in the future, when I leave, you still have to take care of yourself." ”

The words had been spoken, just waiting for her reply, waiting for a long time, and looking at the back, except for the sleeves swaying in the wind, except for the occasional trembling of her body in the wind, he still couldn't hear her reply, her back, her silence as if there was no echo, as if he was saying to him, let's go, let's go, don't look back.