3 But there is nothing that cannot be done there, and it seems that there are many, many things there that cannot be done there.

Just waiting there, endlessly empty, spending there, wearing,

Just there in a daze, just there empty waiting for time to pass there,

Time is there with the change of time, and here is changing and changing in itself,

It's a silent change, and it's a general change that changes something in the silence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's been silent in it, but if this continuous silence still exists there,

It's as if there's something dead there, as if it's as still there as stagnant water.

In that general fear and terrible loneliness in stillness, it was a demon,

It's like a demon that will devour and distort the mind there, and it's hard to face,

It's not daring to face it, so it's just running away there, just trying to escape and escape there,

Escape and escape by all means at your disposal.

There are many ways to do it, many have no way, they just can't find it there,

I can't find something there, but I don't want to do my best there.

It also seems that I can't do my best there.

It's like there's some kind of asymmetry in there.

It also seems to be something that is always unequal to that,

Always there thinking that what is possible there,

And it seems that it is impossible there,

In the midst of the possible and impossible, it seems that there is some kind of resentment in it,

It's as if there's some kind of deep resentment in it,

It's just that in the midst of that deep resentment, there are things that can't be explained there,

It also seems to be the general of what exists there and what is impossible there.

In the midst of the possible and the impossible, many, many things are lost there, and in the midst of them they are constantly being lost.

In that long and long period of loss and abandonment, what cannot be found,

It is also in what cannot be found, in which it is unknown,

It's an unknown struggle, and it's an unknown struggle, and there's fear in it.

is a kind of resentment, but it also seems that there is something tender,

What kind of soft attachment and tenderness, like the sun of that afternoon, he was just basking in the sun alone.

In the whiteness of the sun, he just looked at the sun silently,

But it can't meet the noon sun, which is the gaze of the noon sun,

And the sunless sunlight seems to be something that the human eye can never look directly at.

The reason why I can't look directly is also very simple, because the afternoon sun is too strong.

At that time, the dazzling and scorching light of the sun would burn people's eyes.

If you force your eyes to look at the afternoon sun,

In that case, you won't be able to open your eyes there.

What is this, this is an everyday phenomenon and a reality,

As if for his own personal power,

It's just that with the naked eye can not change and replace the general,

Just there with open hands, there looking at the sun through your own hands,

Or look at the hands that are shining in the sun, which is a reddish light,

It's a pair of red hands of mine, and in that red and red, I feel a kind of warmth,

Feel a warm luster, only that the sheen may be there in large patches,

It was there like a halo, it was there that the vague red light enveloped me, and it was there that I was shrouded in my childhood dreams.