4 What waits, what waits, what there is trying to wait,

What you want to wait for there diligently,

But in the midst of it, I suddenly found something cowardly,

What was blank there, was left out in the cold,

In the midst of loneliness, neglected and indifferent,

This is what he does not want, and what he does not want,

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However, in many cases, no matter how unwilling you are to be at the mercy of others,

But in the face of the reality that there is no choice in life,

Everything is there again,

And in that he was forced to change himself,

In the midst of that effort to change,

He had to get used to something.

Also in the midst of that hard adaptation,

What you want to wait for, it's a long wait, as if you're getting old.

It's like a kind of old age,

But who and who still can't do anything, or can't do anything.

What kind of impossibility is there, as if it has always been impossible in it,

It's something that can't be changed anymore, as if it's something that can't be changed.

It's really there that I want to find something deeply,

I also want to cherish and treasure something there with my heart and mind,

But I still found something in it as a last resort, and I couldn't do anything.

There's nothing you can do there.

There's something there, like a flying flotsam, floating gently in the air,

faintly floated there without tracks and markers,

There, it's like it's about to disappear, and it's a blur of what kind of memory is missing.

Wandering, or wandering, wandering there constantly and hesitantly,

And wandering is a kind of gyration, and the gyration seems to be a kind of standing still,

But in that standing still, you can never move forward,

It's like there, never going to walk forward,

I can't go ahead and find what kind of loneliness I can't find in front of me.

Like a hike of life,

In the process of hiking, enjoying the scenery along the way,

is also in the scenery that has filtered all the way, and the scenery has been lost all the way,

It's as if there's a constant encounter and separation,

Encounter is the premise of separation, and it seems that only when separation can there be a next encounter.

Still in that there is a machine, a machine and not slack,

No matter how difficult everything becomes there,

How tormenting it is, or not slacking off there,

It's as if in his Wei Wuxian's life dictionary, giving up should not exist,

It's what he wants to erase,

But to erase and whether it is true has been erased,

That's a different concept.

What exists, what he cannot erase,

It's like the darkness and shadows that can't be erased from his memory,

He just wandered in the darkness and shadows of it,

But I also felt depressed in that wandering,

I feel that it is difficult to walk, it is a kind of difficulty in walking an inch,

But I still want to struggle hard in it,

What was there was rejected there,

It's as if you've been rejected and threatened again and again.

But he was left with himself,

After all the blows and encounters, he was left with himself,

There is only one that seems to be bare and thin,

And he who has been afflicted,

But he also found in it what he could believe and what he couldn't believe.

Because a lot of what kind of promises are turned into empty talk there,

And in that empty promise and promise, what is unconvincing,

is something that cannot be kept and believed,

What kind of effort exists,

There I want to struggle hard,

Waiting in that struggle,

Waiting for the crystallization and fruit of dreams,

But I don't know how long and how long I have to wait,

I don't know if I'll be able to survive there,

What kind of warmth will you want to get close to there,

I want to be close to the warmth, I want to be close to the beauty,

But I found myself still trembling there,

Still, he struggled to take a step forward.

And he stretched out his hand to remove the weeds in front of him.

He saw a big pit,

And I saw a big stone in the pit,

A stone very similar to the one described by Guan Yunhuo,

His next step seems to have been determined there.

He just needs to act mechanically.

Everything seems to be so such, there is no suspense, it seems.