5 In the midst of the wounded, they are violated,

And in the midst of that being hurt,

It's as if in the midst of that trivial word,

It was as if they were dying and dying in the midst of it,

It seems that there is a kind of death and death in it.

It was a kind of suffering that was despised and despised in terms of personality and self-esteem. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Something far away in the midst of that pain and pain,

And in that distant and distant and distant things that are difficult to find,

What is there to feel pain there,

In that pain, they all rebelled and protested,

What kind of suppressed emotions are generated,

And he who is at a loss in the midst of pain and depression,

I also feel a kind of inextricable in that depression,

It's hard to find something that has been eliminated again,

It's something that is hard to get rid of that is hurt,

It's a kind of injury, and it's like a kind of destruction of what kind of death is dead.

I felt overwhelmed in it,

What is there is something that is overlooked in it,

What you have is what you are blamed for,

It's like there's something that is constantly being hated in it,

Something that is constantly hated in it,

It seems that in the midst of many, many contempts and hurts,

I felt hurt, I just felt an excess,

A kind of damage that has been overlooked,

It's like there's something you don't care about,

It's as if there's something in it that's hurt deeply,

What there is is already felt the death of the heart and the dead thing there.

It was in that sorrow and desolation that I felt powerless to love anymore,

It seems like there's something I don't want to love anymore.。

What there seems to be is something that dies completely there,

It's as if in the midst of that deep hurt,

swallowed all the grievances deep into my heart,

Let the wounded resentment and resentment be buried deep in the heart and heart,

There is something that has been there to feel hurt and indifferent,

It's also a kind of indifferent hard to find,

It's also a kind of hard thing to do,

It's something that I have been ignorant of all along,

What there seems to be in that has been impossible to do anything all along,

There are many, many things that have been overlooked and distant.

In the midst of that cold and cold,

Deeply enduring a kind of hurt,

In the midst of it, I deeply endured a feeling and feeling of being bullied.

It was in that midst of the deep bullying and humiliation,

In the midst of the insult and the hurt,

I feel pain, I feel resentment, I feel anger,

But still in the midst of that anger and resentment,

Feeling the frailty of my life,

In the midst of the mutilation and confusion of life,

In the void and void of life,

Something that escaped,

What kind of back there is that is getting farther and farther away,

It seems that there seems to be something that is getting farther and farther away in it,

It seems that there is something at a loss in it,

Just something that was disturbed in it,

Just to seek a liberation in it,

I look forward to what kind of one to let go.

In the wounded hearts of the crowd,

In the midst of that hurt and hurt,

What kind of liberation is sought,

is also seeking a kind of letting go in it,

If you can be quiet in it,

There is something in that is slowly let go and relieved,

Something that slowly stopped coming closer,

It's also something that can't be found in it anymore,

It's a kind of something that can't be at ease,

It seems that there is something that is difficult to feel at ease in it,

It's like there's something that can't settle down in the center of it,

The mind is there and cannot belong to its own generality.

The heart is shaking there,

The heart is broken there,

The heart is there and in a trance,

It's a kind of distance between hearts and hearts,

It's the distance of the heart,

It's one heart and another,

Growing distances between each other,

It's also in that there seems to be something that is getting more and more out of the way.

What to endure in the midst of that hurt and hurt,

In the midst of that injury, I still want to work hard,

What you are struggling to bear,

Still don't want to give up,

is still in the general of struggle and death,

What kind of existence is still so unwilling to give up,

I tried to hold on to something.

Something that persists and doesn't give up.