5 is the breath of death,

Is it a sign that it will not survive?

It's like it's a sign of life itself,

It is an instinctive signal of weakness and weakness of the body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But she was still wheezing there.

Still struggling there,

Even if it's sweaty,

Even if the sweat can't stop flowing endlessly,

She was afraid,

She was afraid,

And there he trembled,

But it's also something that can't escape there,

It also seems that there is something that can't be avoided in it.

She won't run away,

I don't want to hide from it,

No matter how much it hurts,

No matter how injured it is,

No matter how helpless you are,

She would still be there so hard trying to support her wobbly body with her limbs,

And then in the swaying of that body,

Trembling and swaying steps forward,

Step by step, move out of your own life,

Every step of your life,

Even if it's a very lonely and lonely day.

In lonely and wounded days,

Unaccompanied,

Without care and affection,

Maybe it's also a kind of sadness,

But they will still choose to be strong in the sadness of loneliness and helplessness,

In that, I have to choose what kind of strength again,

In that, we are looking for what is possible and impossible,

What kind of new path of one's own,

It is a very lonely, resolute and strong path that belongs to itself.

will be looking for companions in it,

And in that loneliness does not give up looking for companions,

And also in that there is a belief in companionship,

I believe that I can find my own life mate again on that road and on the way.

Whatever it is,

Is it a person or a thing,

Or the same thing,

Even if it's a memory,

Even if it's a lifetime of memories that come with memories,

Maybe sad,

Or maybe it's not sad.

It's better to have something than nothing.

Don't always think that you are humbled and pitied,

Don't be too sympathetic to yourself,

Don't be too dissatisfied,

Perhaps, it would be nice to be able to get these.

And all she really needs to do,

Perhaps, there is only no anxiety left,

Don't complain,

buried deep in their heads,

Step by step, we walked forward.

The light ahead is not so evasive,

The front is not so clear and clear,

The front is not so good,

However, you will still not find a way in it,

I still can't find it in it,

It's like a child in difficulty,

Weeping in the face of that terrible and terrible great problem,

Just a huge kind of fear that I feel fear and difficulty there,

There trembling with fear,

I was so scared there that I didn't have any ideas,

There is no way to do it.

There's something that needs to be struggled with there,

There is also something that needs to be desperate there,

She knows that her strength is weak,

However, not willing to give up,

I don't want to give up easily,

Just endure there,

It's just that I want to endure very hard and try hard,

Knowing what's wrong,

I also know what is not good there,

But still there can not be abandoned,

It's also something that can't be avoided in that.

In the midst of the inevitable struggle and the pain of death,

Wearing,

It's like it's going to die.

She was very scared and scared of such a life and life,

But in that fear and fear, he is also looking for a kind of harmony,

In the midst of that fear and fear,

To find yourself again,

I have to find what I can do and do well.

She was left with only herself.

When a person is left with only himself in this world,

Only his own life remained,

When there is nothing else to do,

Nothing of oneself,

It's there to be strong,

The self that has nothing is there to cherish the self,

There it seems that there is only complaining,

It seems that there is nothing to be grateful and thankful for,

All that remains is resentment and resentment.

But what is still there to be grateful and thankful for,

It's like being grateful and thankful that you're still alive.

Thanks for life itself,

Thank you that you are not fragile enough to die immediately,

Although I will feel disgusted in it,

Although it will be painful in it,

Though there is something that is very uneasy and confused in it,

Many, many things will still be vulnerable there,

There are still many, many things that will still collapse there, as if they are dead and finished.

Something was there and bubbles popping up there.

It's as if bubbles in the water are floating from the surface of the water into the air one by one.

seems to be possible,

And it seems impossible,

And then there the man shrunk,

When I shrink to such a general size as a rag doll which I can hold in the palm of my hand,

The ragdoll-sized living person was packed into that bubble,

Man was carried away in the bubble,

And because you can be taken away,

And because you can leave this world of pain and the world,

It was there that she seemed to feel an unknown relief.

Although I live in this world,

However, there always seems to be a period of time,

It is in that fear and fear,

and want to escape and escape in the midst of it,

It's as if in that time of difficult and difficult situations,

When you want to escape and disappear,

was carried away by the bubble of water,

But everything is unreal in it.

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