3 beating hearts will ache there,

Every one that struggles and convulses in that pain,

It's a kind of expectation in life, it's a kind of waiting,

But I will feel haggard in it, as if my mind is dead and dead there,

But there is still something that cannot be stopped in it, as if it is something that cannot be stopped in it,

A lot of things will disappear there, when the vanished smoke clouds, like the vanished memories,

But he was still struggling there, a kind that he didn't even notice,

A kind of crying that silently wept in the bottom of my heart, but I still couldn't wait there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Waiting and the warmth that he can't find, he will be stunned in it,

His face, his facial expression, was still there indifferent, cold,

The wind gently blew his blue hair,

The blue hair exuded a kind of resentment in the dark blue morning curtain,

His whole body seemed to exude cold sweat but fiery resentment,

A deep flame of resentment against the world,

In that resentment, there was a cold board like ice and a heart that wanted to be alienated and alienated.

He was still there indifferent, and his heart was burning with anger,

The flame of resentment burns as if it were burning his own in it,

It's like a kind of pain that comes from within,

It's as if he had internal wounds in his own resentment,

It's a kind of helplessness, but it's a burst of occasional labor pain and helplessness, and helplessness.

There is really no way, all of this is self-inflicted.

"Ah......h

When exhaustion arises there, all deep exhaustion and non-stop desperate running,

Every step of the fast running is as if to suck up all the essence and vitality in his body.

At that last moment, in the midst of that last struggle,

It's like the last straw that crushes a camel,

And he collapsed in that last effort,

So weak, so weak, so weak, so weak, that I was completely paralyzed in the way of running,

It's so paralyzed that you have to fall,

There he was completely falling,

It seems that he still retains his running posture, and he leans forward so much that he falls.

It's just a small stone and a broken foot, but it's also the last, and it's also the superposition of all the tiredness.

He fell on the path he knew most and the strangest to him,

This is the place he has always resented, he has never wanted to come back, and he does not want to go back to the place where he thought he would come back.

However, he will still be at that moment in time, when he is very lonely and lonely,

He'll always be there unconsciously, and remember,

It's like the water bubbles coming out of the river in my heart,

It will be in his memories and deep thoughts, filled with bubbles of memory, memories full of crying and tears.

In that sad memory, it was a heavy rain, and in that wet rain, he was soaked,

It seems that it is not only him, but also his heart,

And his heart, which seemed to be soaked and cold and hopeless,

But, too, in that coldness and despair, there is something that is impossible there,

What you have is what you can't do in it,

There is also something that seems to be irretrievable and irretrievable there,

He's still there, he's still there, he's still there, and he feels like he's not wrong.

No matter what it was, no matter how many people were against him, he felt that he was not wrong.

All the people shouted at him in unison: "He's a traitor, drive him out, drive Ye Luokong out, he can't stay outside here at all, drive him out!" ”

"Get this wild boy out of here!" With something excited, a young man clenched his fist hatefully at him, as if he wanted to walk towards him, but it was always a fist waving in the air. -- Fragments of memory.