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118 If the heart is far away

She's locked up in that enclosed yard,

Although it was only for a while, but during that period of isolation and isolation,

It's like a long, long time,

It's as if you've been lonely and lonely there for a year, a century, or even more.

She was just waiting there and her heart was haggard, but she still didn't wait for the door to open.

Still hasn't waited for the people who have returned, just when the white fox's spirit can't wait for the people who have returned,

In the bottom of her heart, in the bottom of her heart, what kind of sorrow,

Whoever is precipitated in the bottom of the heart, like a bubble of sorrow, drills out of the surface of the heart lake,

Grief overflowed the air of thoughts and memories.

She really misses him when she's lonely, misses him,

It was as if she had nothing else to miss.

She felt that this was simply a pathetic, a pathetic of her own.

In her heart, it seems that there is no warmth, no comfort,

And the last warmth and consolation that belongs to her are all like him,

It's like the one who can never give her warmth and comfort.

She began to feel a little ridiculous, she began to feel a kind of overwhelmed in it,

It was in the midst of trepidation and uneasiness.

It turns out that many times, the distance between people is always so far,

I want to be close, I want to be warm, but I still find it there,

It's a kind of sadness and sadness that can't be warmed, can't be warmed.

In the pain of that memory, it is a kind of torture,

She just felt that if she had been so immersed in this endless grief and pain,

It will form a kind of self-torture.

She wanted to untie this knot, she wanted to untie this heavy knot.

But I found that my heart was knotted with thousands of knots, and my heart had thousands of worries, but I couldn't get rid of it.

In the end, she could only blame and blame herself.

She's too powerless, she's really too cowardly, she's too weak.

What she can really do is too little, too little.

Very lonely and lonely, but hopelessly in it, she drank the wine of sorrow there,

Weeping in that sad memory, intoxicated and intoxicated as if crying.

In the midst of that pain, I was weak and cold, as if I was hugging myself.

She had wanted to be stronger, and she had wanted to be firm. Although she already felt that she had no way out, homeless.

She wants to live in the wilderness,

I still want to live a life of a white fox who forages for food by himself without a meal.

She is no longer human, and she will never be a human again.

She could be sure of that.

This has become a reality, and it is an unchangeable reality, a reality of iron.

And she is not a white fox beaten by iron, and her heart is not beaten by iron.

She will still be there to cry, she will still be there to be weak and vulnerable,

Or will there hopelessly miss and worry about whom,

And in the midst of it, unable to control his own thoughts,

Always there to miss, always there uncontrollable, uncontrollable to miss.

The throbbing silk strings of longing throb there throbbing in every part of the heart, in every bosom,

She was scattered and distant, looking up at the sky slightly, and saw the clear and pure blue sky,

And above that sky, there are still lovely and white clouds floating one after another.

All the simple things are so beautiful in the eyes,

It's so cute. But they're all so far away, they're all untouchable,

It was as if she couldn't reach it.

What can't be touched seems to be more than just those good,

It's as if she is unconsciously completely connected to what is most important and should be cherished in her life,

I missed it there, and I had to disappear completely,

It's as if you miss it, and you can't remember it anymore.