2 Living in that world, living in that world, and whether there is still something that Qu Yuan cherishes there,

And whether there is still something or do you want to find and guard something there,

It's just that there is still the slightest scruple and concern there, just a little worry there,

It's just that I feel some kind of care and concern there, and then everything seems to be shattered and dead there. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There will be a period of actual exhaustion and fatigue, and also in that feeling of physical and mental exhaustion, confused and very vague,

In the blur, I felt as if I had to be there again to get close to death, as if I was hovering on the edge of death again.

Does the wind belong to the air, or does the air belong to the wind.

And who does she belong to, and who will belong to her?

Or belong and own, and it is not something she can control and grasp in the first place.

It's like she's a person who can't grasp her own destiny at all.

It's just that what kind of confusion and confusion I feel in it,

It's just a feeling of chasing in it,

It also seems to be in the chase to enjoy a kind of pleasure and fatigue that belongs to the chase itself,

It's tired there, but I'm still feeling what is very worthwhile there,

What seems to be there is still what is possible and should be there, perhaps not yet discovered, perhaps not very clear.

But, sometimes, to have that transparent and blank,

But it's not a physical thing, what kind of happiness will be felt there,

A kind of joy of sowing and reaping after giving and working hard.

To find happiness, to find the joy of giving, to find the joy of labor,

to find the joy of a late, eternal creation.

Maybe it's too far away, maybe it's unlikely,

However, maybe there will still be some kind of possibility.

It's just that there's what's worth there.

The life that survives is the life that is there and does not give up,

Not giving up on oneself, not giving up on fate and life, is also there not to give up on moving itself.

Even if she Li Xianxian is destined to be lonely and alone in this life,

Why can't she try to move and warm herself?

Why can't she make herself happy and happy?

In fact, everything is very simple, happiness is a very simple definition,

It's just that there's something you need to hold on to, just hold on there,

Just holding on there, just trying to find and find your heart there,

Then, it was as if I was feeling some kind of disillusionment and dead silence in it.

The crystal transparent heart like glass, where it is broken bit by bit,

Like the wonderful meteor that slipped into the night sky, it is a kind of beauty that withers and disappears.

Something that was broken was shattered like a firework and vanished in an instant.

Although it is short, it is still beautiful, for the sake of that beautiful feeling, or for a kind of transience.

Some of the things may just be very, very contradictory there.

It's as if everything can't be completely satisfying there,

How can there be such a good thing in the world, if everything is really going well, then what do you need to pay and work hard for?

It's just that there's something that's very, very hard there.

It's just that there's something that's very, very difficult and painful there.

And then everything is still there to feel what kind of worthiness,

What kind of beauty I feel, and what kind of forgetting and forgetting I still feel there.

It is a kind of life that is not consistent with the goal and direction of the search, not the same,

However, he still sticks to it, and he still slacks off on that road to seek and guard.

For a while, I didn't agree with the opinions of the people around me, and I didn't understand myself very well.

It's also a kind of pain that misunderstands the perception of others about themselves,

When others do not look at themselves differently, but look and treat them with prejudiced eyes and gaze,

It's just that you'll be there surprised, and you'll just be there stunned and painful,

It's just that it seems to be forgotten and forgotten there.

I don't know how long everything can be kept up there again,

How long will everything be there?

It's as if there's something unknown, as if it's some kind of unknown.

Maybe it's a little strange, but it's still inexplicable in that strangeness.

And then, in that inexplicable way, almost to feel your own inexplicability there,

And then, it's the kind of inexplicable feeling that I don't understand myself,

And then, in the midst of that super incomprehension and annoyance,

It's so inexplicable and in a trance that I'm about to cry at no choice,

It's like a child, whining and crying there.

It may be a kind of crying vent, but it is also an emotional distraction.

It's like all the feelings and what kind of feelings and perceptions and perceptions are suppressed in the bosom of the heart,

What kind of strangeness I feel there, what kind of pain and sadness I feel there,

It's just what kind of sorrow and misery is felt there.

Or maybe it's just that there's a little bit of a dislike for yourself, just there you want to cry,

It's like being very, very sorry for yourself.

It's just that I feel like I'm still there and want to cry,

It's as if she's not very satisfied with her own dissatisfaction there.

Although, she herself doesn't know what she feels dissatisfied and dissatisfied with,

There she was inexplicably and super hurt and troubled.

It's as if she looked up at the big sun overhead, and she was very, very unsatisfactory and unpleasant there.

I don't know what everything has become again there,

It's just that there is something that can't be understood and understood there.

What kind of feelings and moods and hearts do you have, what kind of mess will you feel there,

It's also what kind of inexplicable feeling there, she's just bored there,

She didn't want to stop, but she didn't want to go forward, let alone go back.

Sometimes, there aren't many choices in life and life.

Just a few pitiful options,

Then, I found that all the choices I could choose were what I didn't want to choose.

That is to cut off their own way to survive,

Just feeling a kind of self and my own embarrassment there,

In that self-suffering, I felt hurt, and I also felt inexplicable,

I also feel something that is not very good.

But in it, I still want to find and defend something again.

There is something that needs to be found and guarded there.

It's like there's something very, very something that needs to be cherished and sought and cherished.

It's just that I'm still a little scared and trembling there,

It's as if there is still something more or less reluctant and unhappy.