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42 Heartbreak and Brokenness

What kind of confusion, what kind of confusion, what kind of physical and mental injury

Pain, what kind of intertwined pain and pain, what kind of overwhelm, there is

It's hard to let go.

There, all of a sudden, you have to let go, and you have no way to get it, and you can't just let go

, just gently loosen the clenched hands, what kind of confusion, what kind of pain,

What kind of indifference, and what kind of unknown and unknown there is. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's always so unclear, it's always so unclear, it's like it's never

The Dharma is understood, and it can never be re-clarified.

What kind of fall, what kind of fall, what kind of fall, what is there

What kind of fall of sadness and pain, let what is there slow, let what is there

Quietly and silently, slowly, slowly relieved. Slowly, I just stopped thinking about anything

It's like I'm never going to think about it again.

It's a long, long road, and it's like there's no end to it, it's just empty there

melancholy, just lamenting and sad there, what kind of depression there is, just so tightly pressed

Suppressed in the mouth of the heart, where the pain is suppressed.

I just want to pay for it, I want to pay something, I just want to do something

Why, it's just that I don't give up and want to do something again. It's as if it can't be changed, it's like

It's all so unchangeable, so unchangeable.

It's just so lonely, it's just so lonely, it's just so lamenting, and then, it's crying

Crying is a long, long cry, and the crying seems to be the moment when it doesn't stop, just waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting, as if I don't know what to wait for.

Just sobbing and waiting, holding on, there is something broken there and waiting bitterly

There's something waiting there, and there's a lot of waiting there.

What kind of dreams are waiting, what kind of injuries are waiting, and what kind of fragmentation are waiting

The wound, looking up at the blue sky in the midst of waiting and watching, looking up at the blue sky, suddenly

It's like it's so completely empty, it's so much that it can't be found anymore

Empty.

I had to hold his hand, crying, arguing, aching, every nerve in my body

Every cell seems to be crying out for pain, screaming for such pain and discomfort, yes

It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable.

And then, just whispering, crying, let it go, like

Let go of it so gently and for a long time. Just let it go.

Just waiting for something, waiting for something. There's something haggard there

, there is something there at a loss, and it seems that there is something there to smoke in the slightest

It shook like a pain and a throbbing.

What a shocking pain it was, it was trying to keep it but it seemed like it couldn't be kept anymore

What doesn't return, what disappears, just like that, it's completely gone, and you can't wait

What, it's like there's never going to wait.

Then don't wait, really don't wait, don't wait so reluctantly, that

This kind of waiting is like an endless wait, what kind of painful waiting, no

If you have to wait, don't wait any longer, it's meaningless and useless, that's all

Let's put it down again.

What kind of helplessness, what kind of forgetting, what kind of painful forgetting,

What a painful overwhelm it is, it will be such a choice to give up, so to give up again

And some of what is so involuntary.

It's so involuntarily, there are too many last resorts, there are too many unforgettable

Huai, there are too many helplessness, what kind of way, and how sad

There is no way.

The sadness is so slow, the sadness is so deep, and the sadness is so sad

It seems to be the sadness and pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, what kind of forgetfulness that goes deep into the bone marrow, that is long

The forgetting of long-term memory, which seems to be the pain and sorrow in long-term memory, will it be so forgotten?

Will it be so forgetting and forgetting together?

It's the pain in all the bones and joints of the whole body, and that kind of pain and whatever

The struggle is so much, and finally people can't struggle anymore. It's still so hopeless in the end

Waiting, it's so hard to find, and it's so impossible to find anymore.

What kind of love can't be found, what kind of love and sad pain and pain. still

What kind of warmth is there, what kind of hope is like the warmth and gentleness in those eyes, what is there

What a heartbeat.

There is something painful and distant, there is so far away, it is so far away, so far away

Far away is a distant that cannot be approached, and it can never be understood.

It can't be crossed, and it's like this, and it's always the pain and the unbearable heart that can't be crossed

。 Just looking at whose eyes, those are a pair of clean eyes, that back, that distant back, that

It's a back that is getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred, and it's a back that can no longer be found.

The disappearance in that back, the inability to find in that back, it was a sudden turn

, that's what you can't find anymore after you turn around, that's the sadness after you turn around, that's after you turn around

What kind of confusion, what kind of isolation after turning around, is so completely isolated from the world

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It's so isolated, so goodbye, or so never to see again, never to see again

What the. There is something beating and jumping in it, and there is something jumping uneasily

, there is something there to blur, there is something, where the tide rises and falls, just looking

Wave after wave of the sea was used, and it was so watching the tide recede wave after wave.

Who had come, who had ever held her hand, on that gentle stretch of sand

Walked over.

They are walking there hand in hand in the sea, in the sun, and in the soft breeze

On the beach, no matter how beautiful the once warm picture was, how beautiful the picture used to be, and now it is sad

And the pain is how broken, it is like breaking your own heart.

After the passing of that once beautiful past, there is something that cannot be found, a shadow that cannot be found,

It was like my own figure in the sun, and it was like the temperature of my feet soaked in the sea

It's like the footprints of your feet on the beach.

There are things that are difficult to do there, and what is difficult to do, you can only choose so much

If you are strong, you have to choose to be strong and maintain, and you have to be strong to live.

Even if you are so lonely, even if you are lonely, you must live well and strongly

Go, just live without stopping and not stopping.

Just say goodbye, as if goodbye to the sun, as if goodbye to the blue water, and like

Buddha is a beach with a warm temperature to say goodbye, but also so with all the warmth and warmth of the past

The warm picture said goodbye, what kind of warmth can never be looked back on, that can no longer be heavy

The new intertwined, mixed with tears and mud and sand.

Her palms swirled in the air, and she picked up a pinch of sand in both hands, and then she just looked at the fine sand

When the palm of the hand fell, what kind of fine sand had to fall from the crack of the hand

Go.

The wind was blowing slowly, blowing her long dress, blowing her long jet-black

The hair was also blown away by the fine sand that fell from the air, which was held by the hand of the wind

Sand, it was a long, long past, and it seemed to be so unsearchable all along

What kind of past and pain.

It's just struggling like this, it's struggling again, it's struggling again

The pain is like this, and it is lost like this, and it is like losing something again, and it seems to be like something

What you can't do is what you're losing.

Waiting there, thinking about something in the silence, how long

The thoughts will pull every string of thoughts, which is the string of thoughts pulled by memories, which is hidden

A certain string in the bottom of my heart is what kind of string that will hurt, and what kind of pain is it

The pain of the roots, how far, far away.

It's all so unreal, it's all so unreal, it's all so untrue as if it were a deception

It's like I can't do it anymore, it's like I'm trembling so much that I can't do it anymore

Finish.

Suddenly, the heart will be in that kind of sadness and pain, and finally burn out, that is the heart

The fatigue after heartbreaking, the weariness of the heart as if it were about to die, that is the fatigue and weariness of the heart,

It's as if it's hard to find the heart, it's hard to look back at the heart, and it's as if it's like that

Everything is so unsearchable, it's so unsearchable.

It's the emptiness that can't be found, the depression that can't be found, and the deception that can't be found

A deception that cannot be found, a deception that has been so long and long, and it is all a deception that is not real

It was all as if it were completely destroyed and destroyed.

There's something growing quietly there, and it's like it's growing with a lot of difficulty, and it's like

There is no longer any possibility of waiting and watching.

There is something that cannot be done, and there is something that can no longer be done, no more

It's so impossible. It's so overwhelming, it's so real, there's no way, but it's just

Nostalgia.

But a memory is such an empty memory, what kind of shadow floats in the memory

, what kind of sleepwalking broken shadows float in the memory, what can't be followed, what is empty

Well, it's something that is untrue, it's something that hasn't been considered in detail, it's not thinking of the way back and the way out

What the. It's all impulses, all of which are complete and broken impulses, and what kind of complete non-pressing

What kind of impulse.

How to dissolve, how to re-resolve it calmly, so that the thousand-year-old winter can be re-resolved

The ground is thawing, just struggling sadly, not everything can be done so easily

Target.

Just struggle, struggle a little harder, try harder, come up with something, more

Take out something, just like digging out your heart and lungs, and take out your own internal organs

What to love again, what to wait for, what a difficult waiting.

What a betrayal awaits. Although I know it's cheating, I can't help but feel proud

Shake the spirits. Although I know it's deception, I still can't help it, and I can't help it

There is no way to be ruined by a pain, it is a heart-rending pain.

The pain was so real, as real as it had been

It's as unreal as it gets.

It seems to exist, but it seems to not exist, and what does not exist seems to be obtained forever

It's impossible.

What kind of scenery is so beautiful, so beautiful picture, and it seems to be just

So you have to merge into a dream, and everything is like a dream, a dream that you can't find anymore

What kind of dream is pursued and can't be found. That's the chase of dreams, that's dreams

What kind of pull is far away, what kind of pull is the thread of the heart, as if it is

The forgetting that is detached into the heart is so unforgettable. Something that's going to disappear.

It was as if something had suddenly disappeared there, and it was like it was going to smoke with the wind

Gone, the man who used to be. What kind of people did they seem to have been warm in the past, but that's it

It's gone, it's like it's gone so suddenly, and there's nothing to be found

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Don't tears, don't be sad, don't forget anything, don't be staggered

Right and wrong, hello Yi Zihao.

It's just that there's something out there. But all of a sudden it was just a cloud of air,

It's just that it's hard to find in that air, and what kind of heart is there in that hard to find, what?

What a lonely heart that seems to be so easily hurt, so you have to want to run away, just

It's so much to want to escape.

Just take out a sword, take out a pain that seems to pierce this air,

You can't go through anything, through this veil, through this pain, through all this

Yes. Breaking through something, piercing the air, it's like trying to break through so much

kind.

What kind of time and space, looking back suddenly, looking for in that kind of sudden looking back

What, looking for something like a dream, there is something there convulsions and pains to seek and seek

Guarding something.

It's just a cry, just a cry that is so downset, in that lonely overflowing bosom,

It's just so pitiful, it's just so painful, it's just that I want to get closer, but it's like this

All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't get close, and I couldn't get close

.

It's like something that can't be approached, it's like something that's so hard to get close

, how will it be all of a sudden, worried and as if forgotten there, just one kind

Too brief a pain.

It's as if there is a kind of happiness and warmth that is too short, and the shortness seems to have not been discovered yet

, before they had time to find out, they had to disappear with the wind.

Before you find it, it's so difficult to completely disappear with the wind

The one who was sought was gone, and then disappeared and could no longer be found.

What is waiting, what is waiting, just so quiet, just so quiet,

It's just that among them, there are many mountains, rivers and rivers, and there are many, many mountains, so long and long

Rivers and rivers, what kind of long and long clouds and mist are around, and what are they?

The disappearance of one.

It will be something that cannot be found, and what will be something that cannot be followed. It's in the chaos again

It's hard to find when, suddenly turn around, there's something there quietly turned, turned around

In an instant, between the darkness of the heavens and the earth, and the collapse of the heavens and the earth, it was the outbreak of flames, and it was like fire

The eruption of the mountains is like the sea flooding the earth, what kind of irrigation is it?

What kind of pain, what kind of painful troubles are tangled there, what are there

The kind of troubles and troubles are messily tangled there, tangled in the troubles until they are, and they are tangled in how

In the midst of the distress, there is something that cannot be found, and there is something that cannot be found.

It's still so bad there, it's not good enough, and it's not good enough

It seems that you can't do anything, but you have to worry and be distressed.

It's like nothing is good, it's like nothing is enough. It hurts there

Quarreling with the broken, just weeping and arguing like this, what a quarrel there

I cried silently, and in the midst of that quarrel, I was helpless but whimpered and convulsed.

The thread of pain that had something painful was pulling away from it little by little, and it was so slow

Slowly drifting away, it is so slowly disappearing, it is so disappearing and then it can be found again

I can't find it, it's gone, and it's blank.

It's just such and such reluctance, or so and so unwillingness, there is

What kind of cramping in the bottom of my heart, what kind of restless and reluctant cramping, there

In the midst of the colic, it seems that something has been overlooked, as if something has been forgotten, and it seems to be there

There seems to be a little carelessness there, and there is something that carelessness can't do well.

If you can't do something, just say it, and if you can say it, go right away

It's good to change, how good it should be, just don't cry so convulsively, just don't

Such a long convulsion and crying, what kind of reluctant convulsions it would be, that again

What a painful and pitiful pain?

I just want to be relieved of something, I just want to be so quiet and quiet and want to be relieved again

Nothing, but so unattainable, and yet so suddenly as if it couldn't be done,

It's like it's hard to do anything, it's hard to do anything.

It's just so blank, the unreality in that blank, the pain in that blank

It's just so dissociated.

It's just what kind of gossamer in memory is there to pull, so that what is so far away

It's just that it's so long and long, it's just so long

And the long-term sorrow is long, but it is difficult to return in the sorrow and melancholy, and do not look back

What is also difficult to look back, what kind of past cannot be looked back, what kind of cannot be looked back

pain.

I can't look back at what kind of forgetting, it is the hollow birdsong, the birdsong is long and distant, painful

And so it goes, so long and far.

What kind of want to comfort and comfort there, I just want to rely on it

When I wanted to look for it, I found that it was difficult to get close to it, and it was difficult to find it

It's hard to find.

In the midst of that sudden collapse, it was as if there were too many of them

Too much of something suddenly disappears, and it seems that what is there is is so complete

It's gone, it's gone, and there's nothing to be found.

Let what you can't find there, let what you put down, let what you put down again, it's good

It's like throwing something away, it's short-lived, it's like something that's broken and broken, that's Ann

What kind of warmth can not be comforted.

There is no warmth in that kind of comfort, and there is no good in that kind of warmth. Such comfort

It's not much happiness, just looking for comfort for comfort, just sad

In the end, in exchange for pain and sadness. It was the warmth of the emptiness in the midst of nostalgia.

The warmth was miserable and yet so bleak that it was so close that it seemed to be crushed to its own

In the bottom of my heart, it seems that the pain and sorrow and sorrow that have been crushed to the bottom of my heart have been so long, and

How long exactly.

It's so long, as if there is no moment to stay, as if there is no end time

It's just so heart-wrenching messiness, just so suddenly I feel troubled and messy.

What kind of sadness there is, what kind of sadness in the messy life is, what kind of sadness makes it

The heart is no longer searching, so that what kind of sadness is no longer found.

I just don't want to look for a sad and sad one anymore. It's just that it's hard to stand firm in the midst of the rush

What is held is just so difficult to find and defend. Suddenly there is something to put

It's down, it's so quietly put down.

What kind of letting go can be as easy as the reluctance and reluctance in loneliness

This. I still felt what kind of life bearing and the weight of life, and then what kind of nothing

I let go of it at a loss, but I was still so powerless and haggard that I let go and gave up.

What kind of sorrow is this?