3 Though the minstrel knew very well that there was no longer any possibility for each other,

She doesn't know how stupid she is, and how she is stubborn.

How did you get hopeless, and how did you get wishful thinking,

Or what kind of attachment and dependence exist in it,

What kind of unforgettable, unforgettable heart exists,

She just can't forget it, and she doesn't want to forget and forget it so easily,

She's still so unwilling, still so unwilling, and still so unwanted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She is willing to ponder there, cry and remember, distress, and even bitter love,

She also felt that it was a life far away from her.

So, she decided to dispel such thoughts.

So, dispel the thoughts, or from this moment,

Or start from this out of Li Xianxian's house,

She left this place ever since,

It's just like this person who completely leaves the leaves empty,

It's like an ethereal dream completely from my heart,

From my memory, I have to erase it like this, I have to erase it completely,

Maybe it might as well be eradicated.

To her, he was like he had grown in his body,

A tumor on the soul is generally something that needs to be eradicated.

Otherwise, concerning his thoughts,

If all sorts of nonsense about her will continue to exist like that,

She's going to be sick like that all the time.

She's going to be so sick all the time there.

And in that cruel and terrible disease,

It's also like it's been a constant inability to get better.

In life and life, there are always many, many things that you can't control.

There are also many, many things that I can't control and change.

Maybe in the face of the uncontrollable and unchangeable facts,

I feel very depressed, and I feel very disgusted and tired of something.

But until the end, I was so angry that I was weak, and I was tired of anger.

only to find that in the face of what I can't change, and what I can't change,

It's just that I'm so blindly angry, just so vain to be angry,

How pointless, how ridiculous,

It's like a kind of self and self-indulgence,

When all the reality has become so, too much and the reality wants to contradict,

It's so hard to get away with yourself, why bother, why bother?

It's like a kind of sadistic looking, lots and lots of anger,

Many, many sorrows and sorrows, many, many troubles, as if they were found by themselves,

It's like a self-inflicted affair.

Perhaps, the former self, or the moment I made a mistake,

I didn't find that kind of mistake, and I didn't feel that I was wrong.

Even, there is a possibility of being complacent about a kind of cleverness like yourself.

But what kind of small place is called victory occasionally,

Behind that victory is a bigger and bigger mistake and mistake and mistake in general,

It's just that I didn't find it at the time, it's like a small hole is not filled, and a big hole is difficult to fill.

Small faults and mistakes, after being ignored and ignored,

In the future, after encountering more and greater problems,

Or when all kinds of small mistakes have piled up to make big mistakes there,

only to find that I no longer have any power to make up and save there,

At that time when I was powerless to return to the sky, I no longer thought about what kind of redemption and retention.

In the face of that problem and difficulty,

In the end, in the end, I still bow my head there,

It's as if you're completely bowing your head in the middle of it.

That's why I don't want to look for anything anymore.