2 There are only a few choices in life, to go forward, not to go, or to go backwards, that is, to return to where you came from. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, although it is all a choice, it seems that there is no choice in life itself.

Because no matter what kind of choice you make, it is what you need to live and survive there, and what you need to renew and work hard there.

That's something that needs to be renewed, and it seems like there's no other choice.

It's as if there is no other choice to make, it's as if it's a deep pain that belongs to life and life itself.

It was a kind of pressure and pain, and it was also in that heavy weight, and she just felt a heaviness that belonged to life there.

Under the heavy pressure of that life, she just felt there that a kind of personal seemed so vulnerable there,

It's so fragile and vulnerable, and every night seems to be there so fragile as if it's going to die and die right away.

She just didn't have a choice there.

She didn't know why she had no choice with her life and her life.

It's as if this and this kind of life originally belonged to her choice.

It was a collision of contradictions, as if it were an explosion of contradictions themselves.

Everything will become like there is no choice in it, and everything will seem to be there as if there is no choice.

It's just that I want to work hard there, and I'm only there to be strong, and I'm just there to work hard to bear and bear what kind of pain.

It's as if life itself is the endless suffering, as if the suffering is endless and unstoppable.

People are too weak to stop any kind of suffering, and they are too weak to bear something easily.

When she is unwilling and unable to bear anything, it is a time of cowardice and cowardice, and cowardice and cowardice should not be owned and belong to her.

So, she was there trying not to look back, and she was there trying not to look back.

Because everything will never come back, nor will it go back again, time is a thing that cannot be turned back,

It's like a river, and the river will always flow from high to low, from the mountains to the flats.

And the flow of time from her body seems to be unstoppable.

It seems that it is there that it belongs to the struggle that has always been and seems to be there to be so eternal,

She seemed to be there to comfort herself, and she struggled for a while, and for a while, and after a while, it was over, and maybe it would be over.

She's always there looking forward to the end of what she has.

It always seems that there is something, and it seems that it will be there endlessly, and it will never end, and it seems that it will always be so painful.

There you will feel so painful that you have forgotten all the time, and you will feel as if you are going to die and die.

She only found nothing in the river and its water, and it seemed that she saw timidity and fear in it, as if she could not find or find anything.

Maybe there is something that should be there, or maybe it shouldn't, but in the end, it should be, or it shouldn't,

She also became a little confused, a little stunned, she became a little confused there, black and white and right and wrong.

She just sat there quietly by the river, a little reluctant to go in, some unwilling to move.

Although, she didn't know what she would face and discover soon or in the future.

She just felt a kind of dread and fear there.

In that life and the difficulties and hesitations of life, it seems that every step and every movement there,

will be there to consume life and physical strength, and the general pain, but in the middle of it has always seemed to feel a kind of life haggard and life torture there,

It seemed to be in the midst of the pain and the painful torment, and it seemed that there was nothing to choose in it.

It's a signal that belongs to itself, like a urging signal that belongs to life itself.

It was a signal to forge ahead, and it seemed to be a kind of trumpet sound that belonged to courage itself.

It is a kind of trumpet sound that comes from life itself on the difficult and hesitant path of life.

The trumpet belonging to life itself was sounded in a certain corner of life, as if it had to be sounded and played again.

In that hesitation and predicament of life, that is the predicament and difficulty of life,

In those difficulties, some hesitated, some hesitated, some overwhelmed,

And then, so reluctantly, so unwillingly,

But everything seems to be in that unconsciously, as if it has become impossible to choose there.

It's like it's hard to choose.

It's just that there is a kind of urging that belongs to life itself, and in that urging of life, it is a kind of excitement,

It seems to be a painful exertion, and it seems to be the pain and pain that is struggling there, and it is a kind of thing that cannot be chosen and retreated.

What is there is something that needs to be there, what there is that seems to be something that has to be there as a last resort,

It also seems that there is something that cannot be avoided there, that cannot be avoided there,

It also seems that there is something that cannot be changed there, as if there is something that can be changed in reality, but in fact there is too little and too little.

In this world, in the end, the only thing left seems to be to change yourself.

This is the weakness and meager strength of a person, but nevertheless there.

In that unremitting slackness, some things are in that slowness, and there are things that exceed their imagination there,

It's as if there are too many things on that struggling road, and you will unintentionally exceed your imagination,

It's a kind of self that I can't seem to accept there, but it's also a very realistic and real self.

And the self in your own life needs this kind of vigor and hard work.

Although I really want to escape, although I am still there very reluctant and very unhappy something,

But even if you grit your teeth and gnash your teeth unhappily there, the flame of life itself is still burning there,

And the flame of life seems to be burning there until I feel that I should do my best.

To burn yourself with all your might, you are also there to do your best not to slacken something.

In the transience and emaciation of life, there are things that cannot be escaped there, nor can they be relaxed, although they will be afraid.

On the difficult road of life, there will be many, many fears and fears,

I'm always scared there, because I'm really tired there, and I'm really tired and painful there.

It was a kind of overwhelm, and it was a deep blow there, so lonely in the face of that blow of pain and pain,

In that soak of loneliness and loneliness, just there timidly hugging yourself, just being there timidly and breathing the cold air,

It's just that the road where I feel struggling is still so too difficult to walk, always on the thorny and muddy road,

Every step was so difficult and difficult to walk, on that difficult road, she hesitated there, and hesitated there,

She couldn't take her own steps, and it seemed as if every step was so heavy and so difficult.