4 What is there that is possible there,

Maybe it's going extinct, maybe it's going to disappear,

However, I still don't want to let go so easily.

It's also in that I don't want to say that I can't so easily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There will be vacancies and gaps in there, and there will be confusion in them,

But it's still struggling there,

It's just that the heart and body are polished there,

Struggle in that struggle, and polish in that struggle.

Go and meet a storm and receive the baptism of nature in the midst of that storm.

She knew she could, even if she fell, she would try,

However, there is a good chance that she will make it through.

If she hadn't died, then she might have come back to life, and she might have survived.

Is this something to be thankful and gratifying, or is it sad and sad?

She's still not dead,

All the disasters and difficulties that belong to life and life still exist there,

All of this kind of disaster,

Still there heavy oppression,

Still feeling the pressure there,

In that pressure, it seems that they all think of death in it,

She has a painful heart, a lonely and lonely heart,

And in that loneliness and loneliness, she thought of death,

She thought of what she no longer came near, no longer close, and what she no longer discovered,

It's like there's something you can't find in it,

It's like there's something you can't find in it.

Many, many things are not missing and missing there.

However, she still didn't know what she was.

She still didn't know how she was to him,

What exactly is it,

It's a pet, it's a thing, it's a fox,

It's a plaything in his hands,

Is it to play whenever you want, and throw away when you want?

She seems to be able to accept the reality,

She seems to have acknowledged such a reality there a long time ago.

But, I don't know why, she's still sad there,

It's like feeling hurt and hurt in the midst of being ignored and forgotten and forgotten, a kind of helplessness and helplessness.

It's a very, far, far distance,

It's as if it's inaccessible in the middle of it,

What kind of distance that was hard to get close,

That's the distance between heaven and hell,

It's always and forever there,

What kind of distance is hard to recall,

What is there is something that is impossible there,

It also seems that there is something that is miserable there.

That's a kind of ruin,

Like the dust in the rolling sand,

I don't know whose figure is in it,

Who has to get closer and closer,

The figure seemed to be coming this way,

However, it is a figure that can't be seen clearly,

The figure seemed to be walking over,

It also seems to be moving away from itself.

That's kind of what seems to be there closer,

And it seems to be there far away and far away,

It's a kind of near and far,

It's something that can't be clearly judged and discerned.

is a kind of ambiguity,

It is also a kind of general that cannot be found in the unclear and what kind of answer and answer can be found.

There's going to be a lot of things out there and there's going to be messed up.

And in the midst of that chaos, what grows in it,

It's like it's going to bleed there,

A growth that will be broken is the pain of breaking the shell there.

Because we want to break free, because we want to grow,

Like the shelling of an insect,

Like a butterfly struggling in the chrysalis,

It's all something that can't be given up and waited and defended.

Because there will be many, many troubles,

There will also be things that I can't take into account in those many, many troubles.

That's there upset,

Also there disordered something,

It's also something that I don't want to take care of anymore,

It's as if I'm bored and depressed in it,

It is also in that there is a kind of annoyance and resentment,

It's also something that is difficult to take care of, difficult to trace,

It was a kind of resentment, and it seemed to be a kind of remorse,

It also seems to be something that can't be endured,

It seems to be something that is unbearable in it,

It also seems that something will explode and die there.

It's a kind of repression, as if it's in the slightest bit there,

Something will twitch out there,

Just a little emotion there will be something that burns and explodes there.

It's a helpless struggle,

But it will still be there restless and struggling.

It's a kind of dispute that you can't do anything about.