The cold breath is accompanied by the transpiration and evaporation of the breath of death,

What tears are transpiring and evaporating,

I have the memory of a previous life,

The blocked and forgotten memories,

The chains that lost the memories of their previous lives,

What kind of combing and distantness is that,

The people I see every day and every night,

In that moment of strangeness,

a stone's throw away

And far away from the world,

It's so far away, it's so untraceable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's such an unspeakable roar,

It's a bitter cry that can't be cried,

In the midst of forgetting,

In that forgetfulness and forgetfulness, disappointment and sadness.

Those frightened eyes suddenly widened and enlarged.

The pupils are so horribly round,

As if something pierced into despair and panic,

And the panic and panic froze and froze in that instant.

Like petrification, like ice, like death.

Want to know why?

And the reason is that there is no why?

Many questions are unanswered.

Not everything is done for a reason,

The very thing to do that may be its own reason.

There is no reason to love or not to love.

Love is love, and not love is not love.

Like angels, like demons,

It seems to be a little longer when it resembles the devil.

It seems to be a little more destructive.

It's not that you want to protect, you want to maintain,

It's that simple, it's so easy to do.

It's not that if you want to protect your loved ones, you can protect your loved ones.

It is not that if you have hatred, you can hate those you hate.

Love and hate are the reasons and reasons why it is difficult to find answers.

People will be afraid, people will be afraid,

People will be overwhelmed,

I will be overwhelmed by myself, and I will be helpless.

People will also forgive themselves,

will be partially black and white very easily forgive themselves,

will be too easy to forgive yourself,

will be too easy to indulge yourself,

will be too freewheeling,

will be too much to extricate yourself,

There is no reason to seek,

There is no reason to seek,

There is no seeking of light and heat.

What kind of entanglement is there between love and hate without seeking?