3How long will this pain and pain still be there?

Why is everything still there?

Why does everything still seem to be there?

Is there something wrong there?

It's just in that error, just in that void and blankness, that I feel a pain, I feel a pain that is urged,

But it was also in the urging pain and pain that he felt his powerlessness, but there was nothing powerless,

It's just that there's nothing to look for and nothing to find, but there's a lot of vacancies and blanks.

At that time, he felt as if he was about to lose control of himself there.

It's like there's some kind of loneliness and irritability, as if it's unbearable and unbearable there. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Why can't you bear it? Why is there always pain and vacancy?

There he tried to find, there he ran as hard as he could in the dream-like void,

But there were still a lot of vacancies and blanks, but he himself seemed to be dying there.

There I felt the breath of death and paralysis, as if my limbs were shattered there, and my limbs were about to fall apart in pain and pain.

There is something there that is trying to bear the pressure, and there is also trying to find, trying to find the way to overcome,

I want to overcome something, but I find that the road to overcome is still very, very difficult.

On the road to overcome, it is as if it is an endless torture, but what kind of difficulty is felt there,

It's just that there's pain, it's just there, it's just a kind of consumption of the body and body,

Very, very painful exertion, that is a huge exertion of physical and mental strength, but still in that huge exertion,

There is a huge blank, a large blank, a large vacancy and blankness, and only there is a vacancy and a blankness,

It's so difficult, and it's so helpless.

That's the childhood I want to find, what kind of warmth and warmth I want to find and look back,

But he still stumbled on the thorny road, and there he stumbled again and again.

There are wounds, tiredness and weakness, pain and pain, but still there you want to be strong,

If you want to be tenacious, it is a kind of struggle and tenacity that belongs to life itself, and it is also in it that you suddenly find some of your inadequacies and lack of strength.

His strength was like blood, constantly flowing out of his wounds.

He was there constantly bleeding, whether it was him in his memory, or he in real life,

He was bleeding, but it was as if he didn't feel any pain there.

It was as if the blood was numb and paralyzed there, and in that dead and silent life,

It's just that I feel something there or something that needs to be struggled and worked hard there, and what kind of mood and mood I have still need to be vented there.

It's a good vent of pain and pain, but it's still an essential kind of discovery there.

Just feel tired there, just feel tired there, just feel not much to gain there,

He needs a harvest, he needs a harvest of strength, but on the road that is needed, he always finds no harvest there,

It's as if there's always no harvest on that struggling road, and I'm sobbing and crying there.

Why do you always work hard there, and why you always don't get anything there?

It's as if the harvest of hard work is the tiredness and fatigue itself, and some of the so-called happiness,

But there is no such thing as happiness at all.

He was just there, not knowing why his days were so twisted and painful and painful.

Sometimes, it's about to forget to take on it, or maybe it's still very, very afraid to take it.

It's just that I'm scared there, I'm just there when I'm facing some kind of problems and difficulties, I'm still scared there.

Or is it there that there is fear, or is there there that there is nothing to do, that it is just there, that it is only there that it is painful and painful?

It still doesn't seem to be good, but I don't feel what is good there.

I just feel a feeling of loneliness and wandering there, I feel like I can't find a home there, I just wander there,

A very lonely, lonely wandering, in the endless cold water, he seemed to be a dead man.

He was like a corpse soaking in the sea, feeling the breath and the flow of the sea.

It was also there that I felt my powerlessness and a sense of helplessness, but I felt a sense of helplessness in it,

It's just that I'm scared and scared, as if I'm there and don't want to wake up,

Still so reluctant to wake up, still so reluctant to come back to consciousness, just because I'm still there in fear,

A very, very fearful there, fearful and fearful, still trembling there to find that my fingers were still moving,

There were still convulsions, but they were a convulsions that were not controlled by one's own will, as if they were convulsions and twitches on spasms, and there was a feeling of throbbing.

Just to feel a deep sense of tiredness there, and in the midst of that tiredness and fatigue, it is a good fear,

It was as if there was a little girl in his arms, and he once held a little girl, and the little girl was sad and cried in his arms.

She was alone, she was in pain, she was scared and afraid, she didn't know who to trust,

She just felt too hard and too difficult there, she wanted to go to sustenance, she wanted to have a lean,

She wanted a shoulder, a shoulder that she could lean on,

How good would it be to have a bosom that could make her tired and tired, so she went to rest and rest and lie down for a while......

He didn't know how long he had to hold her like that, he wanted to tell her,

All of them, he wants to promise her, he is willing to accompany her, he is willing to give him a sustenance,

If she thinks he is a good sustenance, he is willing to lend her a shoulder,

No matter how long she is willing to lean on it, he is willing to give her a warm embrace,

There, she can forget the pain and hardship, and she can temporarily abandon and let go of some troubles.

He wanted to tell her this, but, before he knew it, he found himself just lying there on the beach like a dead body.

All I had in my arms was the sand lying on the earth, and the cold sea water that slapped over me.

He was just soaking in the icy waters.

Everything was just a dream, he was just dreaming there,

However, he tried to twitch his hands, but found that his hands were simply there to twitch and twitch.

It was as if he was there mechanical and wooden.

What's going on? He couldn't move.

He was just flustered there, just there feeling incomprehensible, he was a little scared and panicked,

Worry is a nameless worry, but that sense of worry tugs at his heart tightly,

It hurts so much, just when he was still at a loss, he only heard a familiar voice in his ear:

"Disappointed, disappointed, wake up, you young man, why did you sleep in the alley? Failed ......"

- That's ...... It was the voice of the landlord he was familiar with.

He was just there in a daze, perceiving and feeling, but once again, he was in a state of fainting.