98 Abrupt Pain, 4
4 That is a kind of helplessness and helplessness,
It was a numbness and coldness of the heart,
Also in the numbness and coldness that belong to the heart,
There's something there, something far away, something far away,
And also in the far and unreachable, what is there is unknown there,
There is something that is there and trembles timidly,
There is also something that will hurt in that cowardice and trembling,
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What kind of harm is disordered in that,
What kind of injury is something that cannot be traced and recalled.
It is something that is far away in it, and something that can no longer be touched in that distant and unreachable.
What kind of damage is constantly being suffered there, what kind of damage,
In the midst of the destruction and damage, there is something that needs to be fair there,
What kind of fairness is also found there,
I just want to find what kind of fairness in it.
That's a kind of thing that cares too much, and what I care about very much.
What will become more and more difficult, is also in that difficult and helpless,
There is something indifferent there, as if it is getting colder and colder in it.
It is something that is getting worse and worse, and what kind of difficulty is found more and more in it,
In that difficulty, I couldn't find anything good.
I'm already very sleepy there,
I already felt a kind of exhaustion in it,
I already felt a kind of helplessness and helplessness in it.
It's just that it's starting to get petty there,
And it's all just because there's something in it, and it's starting to get more and more difficult out of it.
It's as if it belongs to a kind of economic and life confusion there, and something that is difficult to pursue and pursue.
That's the impossible, and it's in the impossible,
It's like I've been unable to do it all along.
will feel a kind of exhaustion in it,
In that exhaustion, I felt a kind of sleepiness and a sense of powerlessness.
What kind of heart is cut out of one's heart,
It's as if something has been taken from your heart and your heart,
It's a kind of far, far away something,
There are also things that can't be taken care of there, and what can't be taken care of.
I will feel a kind of impossibility in it, and in the midst of that impossibility, I will feel a kind of difficulty,
It's as if I feel something very difficult in it, and I am also in that difficulty.
I felt like I was dying, as if I was looking forward to and looking for a death in it.
What struggled in the path of death,
That's a struggle in life, and it's also a pain and regret in life.
And in your pain and helplessness, it is a kind of forgetting, and it is also a kind of forgetting,
It's a kind of something that is very far away, it's a kind of forgetting, it's also a kind of forgetting,
is also in that forgetting and forgetting, it is a kind of run-in that belongs to the heart,
It is a very difficult and difficult kind of pain and pain that belongs to the heart,
also in the midst of that torment, a kind of run-in and pain of deep pain and pain,
It will feel a lot of pain there, something painful.
will grind quietly in there,
It was as if I felt a very painful and painful experience in it.
In the midst of that waste, I felt that there was nothing I could do.
Many, many at a loss for something,
There are many, many pains and painful things,
I will feel a kind of pain that belongs to life in it,
And in the midst of that pain and pain, there is something that is at a loss,
It seems that in the midst of that pain and pain, there is something that cannot be followed,
Also in the midst of a kind of pain and regret and forgetfulness that can't be followed,
It's something that has been consumed, it's a repetition,
It's as if I feel a kind of pain in the midst of repetition,
In the midst of the repeated pain and suffering,
Something far away, far away,
It's as if there is something that can't be followed and remembered in that distance.
What is there and what is changing in it,
It's as if something that exists there, quietly and silently disappearing.