3 You may seek and keep, and you may discover, and you may seek and follow there.

Or you can't find anything there, or you can't follow anything there.

It's as if there's a vacancy and emptiness in it,

In the space and time that is too empty, it seems that there is something completely distorted and dead there,

There is something that cannot be approached and sought in Nai, and it seems that there is something distant and unreachable there.

What kind of following and seeking, guarding and waiting is still very, very far away there. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why is it so angry there, it's a very suppressed anger, but it's still incomprehensible to feel there,

It's as if you can't understand it there, is everything just your own fault?

Could it be that in the midst of the intricacies of the road, what is there and what kind of fault and fault belongs there?

Why did everything become like this again?

As if it had come over again, and as if it had been re-emerged from the brink of death,

What kind of self you have to pull back again, it seems that on that kind of road,

Is it still a demon to find yourself, and it seems that you still need to find and defend yourself again.

It was as if she had long since been there to find and defend herself.

It was as if there was a long, far distance between her and herself.

What is there is that cannot be explained there, what is there is still there in a daze,

I still feel a very, very vague feeling in it, a kind of forgetting, or a kind of forgetting,

What kind of thing is it that wants to find and guard the warmth and beauty of childhood,

Sometimes, I still want to go there to find and guard something,

It feels too powerless to wander there, too meaningless to wander there.

There was a time when whoever wanted to make friends there, and who was in that kind of fear and terrible loneliness and loneliness,

What kind of dependence and habit of fear and panic was formed in it,

Dependent on a cold and terrible sense of loneliness and loneliness, a hobby of one, only to feel a kind of unapproachable and approachable general there.

That's the self that I can't seem to explain there.

It's just that I feel something I can't find in it, and it's like a road that can't be found.

It's just confusion there, just what kind of confusion and confusion you feel there,

It's just that there, I want to find a good way to find again,

It's a path from where it leads, and it doesn't have to be anything again.

Some of them are something that they don't want and don't expect.

Some of them seem to be there and feel very conflicted looking forward to something.

Sometimes, it's always a very incomprehensible mind, and then, just that incomprehensible,

and can't understand it well, just there slowly become distant, between each other, just there more and more distant.

Some things still need to be there to relax, or there are things that should be there to relax and relax.

But what kind of heart wants to seek and follow, just in it, suddenly I don't want to relax,

It's so much that I don't want to slack off, as if I'm also on that kind of confused and chaotic road,

It was as if he had lost himself there, and on the road of lost and confused,

It's just that I want to complete myself there, and I just want to find a quiet and devotional feeling there.

It's as if there is no feeling or perception there.

Is there something that you can't understand there, just crying there?

Or is the communication and communication between each other slowly reduced there, and then everything became confused and very confused there.

I just hope that some people around me can not be harmed, and they can not seek and find anything.

Some of the things, what kind of backs and figures that are scattered and staggered, are completely staggered there.

It's a kind of distant and neglectful general back, a very, very long distance between the back and the back,

In that distance, I still want to bless something, but what kind of wishes and blessings are so distant and forgotten and forgotten.

That's something that can't be fully understood and known.

Something that has disappeared, as if it will disappear forever and completely,

On the road where there is no trace of it, it seems that there is no trace of any trace on the road.

Sometimes, on the road of one's own life, after such a long journey,

It is inevitable that I still have to look back a little, that is, I want to look back on the road I have walked in the past.

I just want to turn my head, I just want to turn around and look, but the place where the smoke is confused has long been foggy,

I can't see anything clearly, it is a path with a bleak future, and looking back on the past and the past, it is still in a vacancy and emptiness there.

For a while, it felt a little stiff and stiff there.

She just felt very incomprehensible there, she just glared at her angrily there,

It is a kind of feelings and feelings that belong to the mother that cannot be understood and cannot be understood by the mother.

Mother is also often there to feel a kind of explosion and the general kind of sadness and sadness of the deceased,

In that pain, there is something that is already there and the pain is so painful that there is no longer the slightest sense and feeling,

What kind of instilled a paralyzing perception and feeling in the whole body.

What kind of memories and perceptions and feelings are like dust and dust,

It had to leak through her fingers, and the time that was missed was also missed there,

What kind of memories are lost, they are also lost and forgotten there.

It's just that what kind of distress and pain I feel there is also in that pain and suffering, and I can't find any purpose or direction anymore.

Maybe there's something that's good there, or maybe it's not as good as expected,

It's just that everything seems to be still there, very, very confused and vague, and something is starting to hit the road again.

And what is there that is starting to get back on the road and on the road again?

On the misty depths of the mountains, between the cliffs,

Pairs of white cranes flew around the misty mountains,

As if it were a deception and vanity in the world,

What kind of distortion is felt there, and what kind of distortion is there,

What kind of forgetting and pain and pain and pain to feel,

I still don't want to climb and climb anymore.

But I still found something in it that I couldn't give up there anymore,

It's not easy to say that you have put it down.

It's as if her destination is just a home that leads to death and death,

Where is the former residence of death, is it hell, or is it the underworld of Lord Hades,

Whether it belongs to the earth or to heaven, and her direction, which is death,

It seems that I still want to go up in a stubborn direction,

In the mountains and forests, I don't know the way back, and it is difficult to go back and forth.

I only look forward to looking for it, and I don't care about the gravel behind me.