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94 belongs to the lonely time

There was a period of time when it was just a person, and it was only there that it belonged to a person, and it was impossible to feel any kind of companionship.

It's also that I can't find companionship there, and in that time when I can't find companionship and warmth, I'm just living alone there lonely and mechanically.

It's a lonely feeling, it's a mechanical feeling, and it's also a feeling of wanting to ask something.

It's as if there are too many things that are not clear, and there are too many things that are difficult to explain.

There are a lot of what is missing, and there are a lot of what kinds of vacancies.

The white fox's spirit just felt that he should choose to be strong, he should be a little stronger, and he should be strong to work hard.

It also seems to be something forgotten in that strength, something is overwhelmed there, there is something there is fear and fear,

There is also something there that is slowly indifferent, a kind of indifference in feeling and perception, in that indifference and indifference,

It's something you don't know, and it seems to be something you can't find. It's a heart that keeps shaking and swaying,

Shaking in the wind, swaying uneasily in the wind, also in which there is no choice, no positioning, generally swaying and restless.

When the bowl of medicine was taken, she fell asleep there, and when she woke up again,

It's already dawn, it's a new day, it's dawn again.

It's like the cycle of time and the progress of time don't change with the change of your mood and mood.

Many, many things, things that can't be explained, just being alone there, and a lonely injury,

It is also a lonely fear, and in the lonely hurt and fear, there is nothing that cannot be found.

It's also a kind of inexplicable thing, just feeling lonely and lonely there, just suddenly feeling a kind of hardship there,

It's like a very, very difficult perception and feeling, like a tormented pain, and it also seems to be a kind of torment-like difficulty and hardship.

What kind of forgetting is produced in it, what kind of rustiness is produced there, what is gentle there,

It also seems that there is a kind of gentleness, and it slowly disappears in it, that is the flow of time,

It's as if time is flowing in the river of life, and it is constantly flowing in the river of life.

It's like being forgotten and forgotten in it, and it's a feeling of being isolated.

In that isolation, I felt a kind of hurt, just there silent, just there silent,

Because there are many, many things, things that can't be explained there,

Because there are many, many things that seem to be forgotten there.

It is a forgetting that belongs to life, as if it were rolling in the flow of life.

It is a heart that wants to be close and close, but in a heart that is full of closeness,

Or what has re-existed there is gradually disappearing, and in that there more and more disappearing,

It's also disappearing faster and faster.

What is there is blank, what is there is vacant, what is there is impossible is there.

When something came into being there, when something was wrong there, when something was missed in it,

There's not much perception and feeling in it, everything seems to be a coincidence, everything is like a chance encounter,

It's something that can't be explained, and it seems to be something that can't be explained.

It's just that I don't know there, I just don't know what's going on there.