5Many, many pains, many, many sorrows,

There is also a lot of loneliness and silence,

In that silent air, there is some life, some life that can belong to life itself,

Just some bit of energy,

It's like a kind of vitality that belongs to life itself,

What will be there to fear, what will be there to be afraid,

It also seems to be a heart, a heart that will be there to fear and tremble,

The heart trembles there, the heart fears there,

The heart, where it is terrified and restless,

It's an inexplicable and unclear uneasiness,

It's like an insecurity,

It's like a kind of weakness after exhaustion,

It's like the weakness of the whole body in it,

also seems to be there all the body and mind,

Everywhere in the cells,

It's all there to interpret a kind of powerlessness,

It also seems to be there to interpret a kind of sadness,

It also seems to be there to interpret a kind of sadness and pain,

In the midst of sorrow and pain,

She felt the nearness of death,

Like the ghost of death and the soul,

There it was slow and imperceptible, as if it were eroding and approaching. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's a kind of powerlessness,

It seems to be a kind of exhaustion,

It's a lot of numbness,

It's also a lot of forgetting,

will feel hurt there,

will feel pain there,

will be there to weep bitterly and bitterly,

It's like being the little girl from my childhood again,

There crying and crying mother,

There shouting for mom to hug,

There shouting for mom not to go,

She wants her mother, she wants her mother, she hopes her mother doesn't go,

She hoped her mother wouldn't abandon her,

She wants to be good, she wants to be good,

She wants to be good there, she just doesn't want her mother to go,

She's just there and doesn't want mom to abandon her.

She just felt cold, she just felt hungry there,

She just felt hurt there,

She just felt lonely and lonely there,

She's scared, she's scared,

She wants warmth, she wants pampering,

But suddenly she found that she had nothing,

She got nothing there.

Weeping there for a long time,

Weeping there for a long time,

Weeping and struggling there silently,

That's a kind of Zhang Huang,

It's also a kind of fear and fear,

It's like an inexplicable life,

What will feel very painful there,

It's as if I felt a kind of weakness and powerlessness there,

But there is still something struggling in that weakness and powerlessness,

It's a cruel struggle,

And it seems that there is something there that is not forgotten,

struggles without forgetting,

want to struggle there to break something,

I want to struggle there to break through something,

I want to struggle there and want to smash something,

She's just in too much pain there,

It's just that I feel too helpless there,

In the midst of helpless sorrow and pain and pain,

The pain of paralysis and numbness spread throughout her body,

But she was in the cold backcurrent,

Choose what to grab,

And hold on to it firmly.

That's a coincidence in life,

Or maybe it's an opportunity in life,

Also in that chance and coincidence,

It's something that I don't want to give up,

It seems that in the haggard and forgotten of life, it is difficult to forget and forget,

What kind of sorrow is there,

What kind of crying there is sadness,

There wept persistently and continuously,

What kind of unknown is still there, dripping like light through the surroundings and in the air,

Something that was broken again.

It's just that there's nothing to do,

Just forgotten there,

It's as if there's a wound broken,

The wound bleeds there,

The bleeding wound was a blur of flesh and a lot of dirt.

But she will grit her teeth there,

She will be in the middle of the road and the road where she gritted her teeth,

What kind of pain will be,

What kind of sorrow will be forgotten there,

There it is persistent and wounded and forgotten.

She just didn't want to be there,

She just didn't think about it there,

It's like there's nothing left to think about,

It's also there that I don't want anything,

It's as if all of a sudden it's going to be difficult.

And there suddenly became confused, and there suddenly became trance,

It was a struggle,

It's also a kind of confrontation,

It is also a kind of indignation,

It seems to be also a kind of uneasiness,

It's part of life,

Existential in itself,

What kind of anxiety and confusion seemed to be missed there,

She felt something change there,

But in the midst of that change, it seems to be there to experience a kind of ambiguity,

It's like there's a lot of something there.

It's as if it's sad and sad there,

also aching in that blur,

and mourning in that blur,

I was also confused and continued to be confused in that blur.

Is it love or not love,

It's to keep loving,

Or is it already tired,

I've been there for a long time and I'm so exhausted that I want to put it down,

I don't want to be there anymore and struggle so hard,

and it seems that it is pointless to insist there,

As if it were pointless to insist there,

Persistence is not needed.

Lonely white fox,

The lonely bard began to be confused there,

And there I suddenly felt perplexed,

Just being there and feeling like I shouldn't be there,

I just don't want my current life, but I still can't find out what else I can do there.

I can't find myself on the path of life,

What else can I do,

With a short life there to interpret life,

Just trying to explain life there,

Just want to understand the meaning and meaning of life there,

I just want to find out what kind of meaning and value,

And what kind of trajectory and track do you want to pursue and find,

In the unsearchable path and path,

What there was was absorbed there,

It was as if there was death and silence there.

In that fog,

She fell asleep again,

Sleeping in the cold,

Sleeping in the bleak bloodstains,

Sleeping in the confusion that is not clear in the dream and reality, what is confused,

There's something there, something far away, something far away,

What is there has long since passed there,

But what has passed, what I still want to pursue there,

I still want to reminisce there,

What there is is there that disappears and disappears,

But it's still there,

Somewhere in my heart I am thinking, remembering,

I didn't know it there, and I was a little sad and immersed in it...... (What to do?) There's no dialogue in the whole story.,What should I do? What should I do? Help!!!!! Ask for advice!!!!!!!!!!!!