4In all the mess and sorrow, and forgetting and mockery,

Many, many things are completely forgotten there,

It seems that there is something that is completely puzzled in it,

It's going to be painful, and it's going to be sad in it.

It's a twitch of all the nerves, it's in the midst of that twitching and struggling,

I want to work hard in that exhaustion and powerlessness,

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Because there's a lot of anxiety there,

There will be a lot of anxiety and confusion.

It's what is blank there, and what is uneasy in it,

There will also be something that hurts in it, and there will be something that is forgotten and forgotten in it.

is there to belong to all the twitches on all the nerves,

It seems that in that there is something that belongs to all the sorrows and forgets and forgets,

It's something completely shattered and dead there.

What is there is restless, and what is there is that is stirred up there,

There is something that is like breaking like transparent glass there.

What needs to be vacant there, what there is there that wants to hold on,

There is also something that wants to stick to oneself there, it is a kind of stubbornness, it is a kind of stubbornness,

is also in that just blindly in order to accept and stick to their own path, and want to oppose others in it,

It's always unknown there, and it's at a loss in it.

There is something that is intensified in it, and it is in what is intensified,

What is there is that is not satisfied there,

There is also something that seems to be dead and dead in that completely empty and blank,

Like something that has died,

There's nothing that is impossible in there,

It's just a dogma in there.

In the midst of that I want to stubbornly hold on to myself,

I also want to control myself in the midst of that brokenness.

Too self-righteous, too contemptuous and contemptuous attitude towards others.

There is a kind of sorrow, and something that has been forgotten in that sorrow and bewilderment,

It's something that is at a loss in it, something that escapes in it,

It's something that's laughing there, it's just that there's nothing to do about it.

There's just there, just running away from your own problems,

In that evasion, the eyes are just laughing at others,

Blindly focusing on the small mistakes of others,

It's as if you exist to find the mistakes of others,

It is to point out the wrongness and unfairness of others.

In those words, constantly hurting others,

It seems to be in the midst of hurting others and ridiculing others,

There's a kind of joy that exists,

There is ridicule and aggression against others,

Finding the mistakes of others found a kind of happiness that belongs to oneself.

There's a feeling of contempt and messy emotions stirring up there,

It seems to be wrong, it seems to be my own mistake,

It also seems to be some uneasiness of oneself,

It also seems to be something that I can't find and what I have, and what I can't forget and forget in it.

There are many, many things that are completely disturbed and avoided in it.

It's a chaotic mood that is constantly messing up in it,

In the midst of that chaos,

Constantly trying to find another kind of chaos that can't be explained,

It's just that the contradictions of various emotions arise and entangle there,

It's just that I don't care about what's good there, and I'm there to treat others.

It's so unserious,

It seems to be a kind of mockery and ridicule in it.

It's just that there's something unknown,

It's just something that is constantly ridiculed and scorned in it.

Something that will feel terrible and frightened in there,

It's just in that confusion,

A lot of things that are hard to find,

It's just that there's nothing to be found in it,

It's just there to scorn, it's just there to constantly opposition,

It's just that there's nothing completely disapproving of, just in that trivial mood,

Constantly generating troubles,

In the midst of the troubles that are constantly disturbed,

I feel annoyance, I feel contempt, I feel fear,

It was also ridiculed in it, and it was a pain that was ridiculed.

It is also the helplessness in the contempt, and the hurt in the words.