4And in the coldest and most painful and sorrowful of life, and in the midst of which they feel unbearable, they do not give in to one another,

Each other is there without retreating,

When you don't give the other party the slightest regression and concession,

Something that has will be brutally and truly broken there,

Like a ruptured wound, when it is not healed and cleaned, it will become infected with the bacteria.

The wound was in the midst of the infection, more and more rotten, more and more corrupt. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What kind of indifference disappeared there, what kind of indifference was born in it,

It's like a trough of apathy and disgust, and it seems to be in the trough of life,

What is difficult to find and keep is like the hard to look back and keep in life itself.

And there is nothing that can be waited in there, and there is something that cannot be found in it, and there are many, many things that are broken there,

It also seems to be something torn in it, a tear in human nature, a tear close to the edge of collapse, and it seems to be something that disappears and cannot be found in the trough of despair and indifference, a cruel and sad something.

And on that cruel and sad journey, there is nothing that cannot be explained, as if it were a sooty cold in the ship of which the passion was burned to death.

The smoky silence and the general sorrow and desolation of death seem to belong to a kind of sorrow and desolation of life itself,

It's like something in life itself that is hard to find, hard to find, hard to recognize.

A lot of what, when something is really found there, when something is really found there,

It seems that when something is really discovered there,

only to find that there is something, many, many things have long been ignored there,

It's as if it's so cold and numb that it's been ignored there.

It is a sorrow that has been ignored, it is a sorrow that belongs to the heart, it is a kind of looking at whose figure is getting farther and farther away,

What is becoming more and more blurred is a kind of sadness and desolation that generally arises from the bottom of the heart.

That's when passion is there like a flame and a flame there.

will burn there with impunity,

And when everything burned up there, like ashes,

When there is no material support, no fuel, no sustenance and storage,

There is something dead and silent there, just there indifferent and sad.

will be there indifference, and in that indifference will continue a disgust, a sadness and indifference in emotion and mentality,

is also in the indifferent human feelings and affairs, feeling a kind of warmth and coldness in the world,

What was born in that care and neglect, and what seemed to be there, disappeared there,

It's as if it's gone like a passing cloud.

What has disappeared has disappeared there for a long time,

It's completely like there, as if there's a kind of disappearance and dissolution that doesn't care,

It's like there, I don't want to cherish it anymore, it's like I can't cherish it there,

It seems to be there to forget and forget what is dead and dead in general, and what is hard to find again,

It's as if at that indifferent junction, I still don't want the repetition of the good and wonderful things that once were.

Because the memories of the good and happy in the past will only be there in contrast to the misery and indifference of today,

The sadness and coldness of human affection, where I feel a kind of sadness and sadness that belongs to the heart, as if my own heart is very cold there,

It's as if not only can't you be warm there, but you can't warm others.

It's as if my heart is no longer warm.

It's like your own mind is like a dead corpse,

It's as if your own life is not over yet, and your own mind ends there,

It's like the life of one's soul has died there and has been ended.

It's a pain and pain that belongs to the soul,

It's a kind of spiritual unbearable and unbearable something.

It was a long unknown, and it seemed that in that cold world, everything was cold there,

Everything is sad there, and in that cold and desolate, there are too many things there that are irretrievable,

It is like an irreparable sorrow and desolation, as if it is a death that belongs to the heart, a very painful and sad death that belongs to the heart.

It's something that you don't want to work hard for, as if you can't get something.

There are a lot of things that can't be won, there are a lot of things that are sad and seem so painful,

It's like something cold in the heart, and what is frozen there, as if the winter that belongs to the soul is coming there.

The season of ice and snow in the soul is born there.

What you have is still there and you can't give up there, what you have is still there and what you don't know,

What you have is still there that can't be recovered, and what you have is there that suddenly hurts so much,

It's as if there's a pain in every nerve of helplessness, it's a kind of something that can't wait.

It seems that there is something to tolerate and tolerate, and in that there is a hard time waiting and tolerating, wanting to cherish something. (Look at the hard work of the code word, the hard work of the paragraphs, ask for clicks, ask for collections, ask for recommendations!) ）