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128 is close to the end of the world

He was right in front of him, and she was right in front of her.

It's looking at each other, they are close to each other, the distance between them is so close, how long have they been separated,

How long has it been since they had been so close to each other to stare at each other?

That's the most familiar in my heart, but, looking through the wind and clouds, everything is so far away,

Whoever is on the other side still has a feeling of being very far away, or perhaps, because they haven't seen each other for too long,

There was a sense of alienation, a sense of separation, in the midst of that strangeness and strangeness,

It's a kind of helplessness, it seems to be a kind of forgetfulness, a kind of not knowing what to do, and not knowing how to face it,

has always been so calm on the battlefield, but in this calm and peaceful look, trembling, trembling, and panicking.

Like the fist in that memory, he beat him again and again, but he didn't fight back, and he felt that maybe it wasn't what he should have fought back.

There are people he should have fought back, and there are people he will never be able to fight back.

Therefore, he would let the fist fall on his face like raindrops, and he didn't resist on his body.

Even if he finally staggered to his feet there, and after that, he was beaten down again, he didn't fight back, he still didn't fight back.

"Stinky boy, how many years have passed, I thought you were dead!" The old man who beat him was there and panting because he punched too hard,

"Why did you come back? You're still back! Shame on you! You might as well die out there! ”

Falling short just staggered to his feet from the ground again, and then, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth,

Then, just there to gently highlight the voice: "Dad, I'm back, but I'll be gone too!" ”

"Stinky boy! You're embarrassed too! "The old father, angry and ashamed, exerted all his strength,

Punched him again, and once again knocked the leaf to the ground.

There he was so bloodstained that he collapsed in the dust, bloodstains, sweat, and dust,

He couldn't tell it there anymore, just like in the ancient void, everything disappeared without a trace, as if he had lost his memory at that moment,

He seemed to be in the midst of that amnesia, and he was awake again, when the wind swirled gently around him,

The whirlpool of the gentle wind gently swirled between him and her, and at that moment, he looked at the white fox in front of him,

He also wanted to tell her: I'm back, but I'll be gone.

He wanted to tell her that, he wanted to tell her that in a thousand ways, but in the end he couldn't talk about it there.

It was hard to speak, but he just stared at her quietly.

She was already in front of him, but such a meeting was short-lived, and he would still go,

He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't know if he should explain anything.

Yin Ling, is it the white fox in front of him, or the girl who once held his trouser leg in the cold rain and told him not to go in the memory.

He had doubts, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on, so he gave up the suspicion of the relationship between them.

His time was running out, so he didn't have much time to sort out the confusion and problems.

However, he didn't really know what he was going to do with all that time.

There wasn't much time in the first place, and he would be immersed in that time in a daze, stunned, just in that blank time,

Thinking about some trivial things, he always feels that this is not good, but he still doesn't know what to do in that place.

It's like he's a guy who doesn't quite know how to love anyone.

He felt like he was at that point all of a sudden, as if he didn't know how to care for anyone.

He has never particularly known how to cherish.

Because he is afraid that if he cherishes something too much, he will be reluctant there, and he will be flustered and uneasy there.

He has always felt that girls are a burden, a hindrance, and will only increase his burden.

He hated the hassle and burden, and he always thought that women's skin was synonymous with trouble.

But, unconsciously, he became a trouble-seeking person again. He also felt a kind of overwhelm because of this, and it was also a kind of panic and helplessness.

Walking out of the original small town and small village, he could have gone to his destination in between,

However, in the end, he hesitated there and chose to fold back again. The reason for turning back is also very simple, just because of nostalgia.

will feel at a loss in that nostalgia, and will produce a feeling of attachment and dependence in that nostalgia,

is also there to care, as if it has become a kind of sustenance and sustenance of his life.

He doesn't particularly care about his own life and life, but he doesn't know when,

He began to want to live because of whom, and because of whom, he discovered the beauty of this world.

Although the white fox's spirit didn't really do anything for him, he still felt that there were a lot, a lot of good, and he couldn't say it.

But he would feel good there, and he would feel very satisfied there, a kind of satisfaction that he himself could not explain clearly, but it was very comfortable.

There will be time forgotten, there will be indifference, there will be tiredness and fatigue,

I will also forget a kind of death and pain in that place, and I will forget a kind of cruelty and hurt and helplessness in that place.

There will also be deception and pain in the tennis bar, lots and lots of hardships, and lots and lots of heaviness,

But all the weight, all of a sudden, he was willing to bear and bear there,

Because, he always feels that he is no longer alone, he is not alone in this world.

It's as if the world has given him another ego.

It was as if she had given her heart to him, and he seemed to have given her heart to her unconsciously.

This is something that has not been said to each other, but in that quiet, in the run-in of time,

A kind of silent and silent wordless tacit understanding. However, there are still some worries there,

Or there will be a little bit of heart, there will be a little scared, there will be a little overwhelmed with each other,

There was still something standing in the way between them, and then, there was still some distance between them, and it was an obstacle that seemed to be impossible to overcome.

Life is there to suffer, life is there to be troubled and irritable, everything is not as good as imagined,

Seeing someone again, it seems like a good thing, and it doesn't seem to be a good thing.

Or at the moment of meeting, there is a regret, there will be a silent regret,

If you meet and don't know how to face it, it's better not to meet.

It's a kind of wanting to do your best and trying hard, but you find that no matter how you want to maintain it,

No matter how much you want to do more, you have to do a good job, to be better for her.

But at that moment of meeting, there was already a helplessness.

It's like a kind of numbness, a kind of numbness of a heart that belongs to oneself, it's a cold and cold heart,

The heart is cold there, the heart is cold there, and the cold heart seems to never feel warm.

It was as if the cold heart had been cut off from the warmth there.

He also often felt a kind of distress there, and he also felt a kind of helplessness in it.

A kind of helplessness that you can't do with yourself, and something that you have forgotten.

And in the end, he can only be there to suffer, just there to consume pain, to consume pain,

But it's still like there's no choice in that place.

He didn't want her to share in his pain, and he didn't want her to suffer.

But she could feel his pain again, so the pain, and if he didn't tell her about his pain, she would feel even more pain for it.

Two painful hearts, just there to feel a kind of cold, like in the cold winter, two trembling like people who are about to freeze there,

But in that cold ice cave, they can't get close to each other, they can't warm each other, they can't warm each other,

I can't warm myself, and I can only hug myself tightly in the cold, lonely.

It's a kind of hurt, it seems to be a kind of masochism, and it seems to be a knot that can't be untied from each other.

They seemed to be very close to each other and seemed to be very far away from each other, a kind of mutual heart,

With a distant look of trouble, but I can't find the slightest emotion of the other party,

It's as if they're already there with a mask of indifference,

Under the mask of indifference, they can't see each other's hearts, and they can't feel each other's hearts.

Naturally, it is impossible to get close to it, and it is impossible to get one step closer.

It is a kind of sadness that wants to be warm, but it can't be warm, a kind of sadness.

I feel a kind of helplessness in it, as if I feel it in it, and I want to work hard in it.

But there I found that my efforts were always humble there, and always small there,

They are so close to each other, but they are very close, but they are still very far away,

It was an indifferent heart, a numb and paralyzed heart, a heart that didn't care,

In it, I was always numb and couldn't get close, I was always injured there, I was coerced there,

In the midst of that coercion and coercion, I felt a kind of resistance, and I also felt a kind of resistance, pressure and pain.

It was something that could not be approached, but it was a kind of injury, a kind of depression, a kind of inexplicable thing in the midst of that difficulty in approaching.