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There is something there that cannot be slackened, no matter how hard it is, no matter how painful it is.

There is still something that cannot be stopped, whether it is something willing or unwilling.

What kind of flowers and petals with memories fall there, like meteorites that have to fall and fall from the sky,

Then, what kind of urging will I feel there that belongs to life.

It's just that I don't feel good there, and there's always no way to feel like I'm not good.

Because there are many, many things that are always not done well there, and there are always things that cannot be done.

Then, I will be there to urge hard, that is a kind of need to constantly remind myself to go to strength, that is a kind of power that needs to be strengthened.

Just working hard there, just doing your best there.

There's something that feels unbelievable there, and there's something that feels like it's very, very ridiculous there.

She just felt ridiculous, and she only felt incomprehensible there.

She was already behind in the game of chasing. She just felt as if she had been abandoned there.

However, she still hesitated in it, a kind of hesitant difficulty and forgetfulness.

The tips of the fingers, where some of the mud on the walls are scraped off,

And then, his fingers were there stroking the bricks that had fallen off the mud.

And the crevices between the bricks and the bricks, those crevices, as if they were cracks that had been cut and divided somewhere in the heart.

It was one after another, as if it had been divided there. There are things that cannot be slackened there, and there are things that cannot be given up there.

No matter how long or how long it will become, everything will be there.

What kind of indifference and forgetfulness and forgetfulness do you feel in it?

Everything is in there, and what kind of alienation and alienation is felt in it.

It's just that there's something in it that has become so far away, so far away.

It's as if it feels out of reach, like an unreachable dream.

There is no difference between dream and reality than between real and unreal.

Just being scared there, just being scared there, and just feeling the distance between the brick and the turn,

It's just a small gap, and the distance between people is sometimes so far away,

It is the great distance between people, the distance between people, as if the alienation between people's hearts and the alienation between people's hearts and the betrayal of each other.

But all of this still seems to be very unreal there.

But still in that unreal, I still work so hard and hard, and I force myself to work hard,

It's as if you're there and you feel like you're going to die, and you're working hard there, to be stronger.

Try hard to be stronger, work hard to bear and bear what.

What kind of road is there, it's still there, it's a long, long road,

It's a long and painful path that seems to wear out all your patience there.

There's something there, and I feel very helpless.

In that helplessness, I went to find it again.

It's just that she feels like she can't stay any longer.

She should go forward, because she has been kneeling in that cold alley, and her body will not be able to bear it,

She was already there feeling the chill of the night wind, and the coldness of the road, and then,

There she felt her head still hot, hot.

She just wanted to go. Even if it's for herself, she's leaving.

She should have stood up, but she was still there, and her legs were still shaking and limp.

She couldn't stand up at all, her legs were very weak, and she felt a special sense of weakness.

It was as if her legs and feet were also limp, as if they were completely limp from the bones.

There is something there to demand, it is a demand that cannot be questioned, and it cannot be resisted,

But he was still forced there, trying to climb up there with his hands,

She was just there, and the fingers of her hands were there, as if they were going to pinch into the crevices of the stones.

As soon as she exerted a little force, the strength of her hand was a little off, and she felt that one of her nails was broken there.

It was very crisp and brittle, and she was so stunned that she was frightened once.

She seemed to be stunned, but there she was there stroking the place where she had broken a broken nail was a little flat and a little rough.

But the nail she left behind is also gone, does she feel a little pity?

She didn't feel anything, as if she didn't have any feelings or feelings in her heart and heart.

It's just trying to find some direction again, just slowly finding yourself there,

And then, right there, exerting some strength, where stiffly stretching his hands,

I felt that all of my hands were stiff there, and my knuckles were still a little stiff there.

She clenched her fists and pounded her legs, her thighs and calves, and her own feet.

It's as if they're softening there, as if they're swollen.

Could it be that she really can't stand up? Was it running too long and too fast? Or is it because she's staying here too long now?

Some of them are still there, confused and difficult to explain.

But she is still there to try, there is still a struggle on the road she is seeking, she still needs to work hard and do her best there.

In that heart, I silently cheered myself up, and I was also silently there to warn myself, not to give up, not to give up, not to give up every attempt.

And there she was again, trying very hard to get back on her feet. Though the feet still seem to be trembling there, still softening there,

But she was already there reluctantly leaning against the wall, to stand up, because it was only one time to stand up,

She already felt very weak, and as soon as she got up, she leaned against the wall with no weakness.

Her head and face were pressed against the wall, and one of her ears was there against the wall.

But still in that silent night, I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't find anything.

Unable to find the trajectory of the sound, she was a little stunned, but she was still very, very weak there.

It's just that in the friction between the skin on the side and the rough mud wall, she felt a slight burning sensation,

She felt a little dizzy in the friction between the skin and the earthen wall, but in the rough pain, she felt what she was urging.

And there she struggled to hold on to the wall with both hands, to get her head off the wall,

And then, holding on to the wall, step by step, very, very hard, walked forward and stride,

It was her in the silence of the night, the solitude of a frail woman.