"Yinling,

Are you timid?

Are you scared?

girl,

Are you afraid? ”

Whose problem is this?

Who is it......

Asking her such a strange question?

She shook her head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pain and sorrow,

And helpless,

And at a loss,

She couldn't dodge.

It's just that

There wept,

Shaking his shoulders and crying.

The weeping girl,

The girl who hid in the corner and cried.

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The girl,

The lonely crying girl in the shade of the tree.

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The girl squatting by the river and crying.

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That baby.

An infant.

Lying in the middle of a pile of dead bodies,

A crying baby.

...... in a pile of dead bodies

A baby girl who still cries.

A lonely, helpless and lonely baby girl.

Who's to say......

It was fate.

It is a fate that is difficult to extricate from.

It's a fate that is hard to get rid of.

What kind of love is there?

What kind of hatred is there?

What kind of overwhelming and overwhelming ......

A false love.

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Woman weeping,

Bow your head and weep.

The flute is melodious,

And drifting away.

The distant whisper,

The faint sound of the flute,

Into whose heart?

Like smoke and gas,

silently melted into the woman's empty and lost heart.

Her heart is empty in that place,

In that place,

In that wound,

I don't know what to do in that place.

What kind of grudge is it?

What kind of fear is it?

What kind of fear is it?

heart

So afraid,

So trembling,

Again, I was so overwhelmed.

Flowers in memory......

In memory,

The frozen flowers,

So many frozen blood-red blood-red frozen roses,

Bloom there,

There withered,

withered.

What is possible?

What is impossible?

Just want to be good,

I just want to get good again,

No longer cares about anything,

No more worrying about anything.

――I can't seem to take care of anything.