2Why is there always a time when there is so much pain and pain,

In that sea of pain, he couldn't find it, he just couldn't find anything,

It's just that on the road where nothing can be found, I am miserable, unknown,

But there is still no way to continue walking on that road, without stopping or stopping. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's like a pain and pain that can't be stopped and can't be stopped, just forgotten there?

Is it just a feeling of fear and panic there?

There is fear, there is panic, there is fear, there is trembling, some are unwilling to go any further,

Just as he wandered in that strange street when he was there, he got lost there, and then, his heart was there, panicking.

Getting lost and losing your direction on that path of life is sometimes more painful and painful than getting lost on that real path.

It's just that what kind of patience is needed there, just what kind of patience is needed there, just sigh there,

And then there he endured, and he endured strongly, and he endured and endured, as if he were there to forget himself.

I just felt something there and something was impossible there.

Something seems to be completely destroyed there.

Everything is still unclear there, everything is still unknown,

He was just tired and tired there, but he was still on that path, and he didn't slack off and didn't stop easily.

In that blank and completely white world, always so empty,

What kind of hard to find and hard to find is always there, always there unknown, always there to be fearful, and then, death?

Feel the breath of death?

Or what kind of breath of death do you feel inexplicably and unconsciously, what kind of painful and painful breath of death do you feel?

It's just that I have to look and find it at will, and I just feel a kind of unfairness there.

Perhaps, when you suffer a loss, you should learn to endure and tolerate there.

Suffered, those losses have already been eaten, or don't let yourself be too much to worry about so much.

Some things are missing, they are gone, and some things are lost, and they are lost there.

Will you feel pain and then pain, and you will feel confused and confused, but will you just endure there?

It's just that I'm strong and hard to endure there, but I still feel a lot of confusion and confusion there.

I don't know how long and how long such waiting and patience and suffering will be there.

How long do you have to endure, how long do you have to wait, how much pain and suffering do you have to endure there, and then what kind of liberation you have to get there again.

Are you still there looking for some kind of liberation, or are you a little dazed there?

I still want to learn some strength, more courage, and more courage in life itself.

Go a little harder, work harder, forget everything there, forget the time,

Forget the pain, forget the tiredness, everything is still there very, very painful and painful,

But there is still something that is very, very needed, needs to suffer, needs to be pained and painful.

Need to pay for it, some of the things are broken there, and some of the things seem to be dying there.

But there is nothing to be found, only there to forget and forget something, only in that place suddenly I find my own badness,

It's as if he's just realized how bad he is,

It's just that I feel very, very painful and tormented there, but why can't I find it there?

That's a kind of commitment, that's a kind of bearing, but it's in the midst of bearing and bearing, there is always a vacancy and blankness.

It's always vacant there, it's always blank there, and there's just a very, very helplessness there.

There I feel a kind of helplessness for myself, and there I feel some kind of confused pain and pain for some vacancy and emptiness in life,

Searching there, listening there, listening there, trying to listen, but still not knowing,

Why is it that nothing can be found there, and there is still no way to find it.

It's just that there is an urge to kill yourself, and there you feel that you are about to be urged and tormented.

It's like they're all about to die, and there's a kind of pain and pain that they don't want to wake up again after being tortured, and they don't want to wake up again.

There to do your best, there to bear the pressure, there to pain, there to tear, it is the tear of the starry sky,

However, it was pitch black, and in that pitch darkness, I felt a piece of confusion, a piece of blankness,

I felt a piece of unknown, I felt a piece of pain and a painful backflow, and the painful backlash hit my whole body, or did I want to bear something there?

I still feel a kind of hardship and difficulty in undertaking there, but I feel a lack and need for strength there.

There are a lot of things that can't be done there, and they can't do well there, and then, I just want to be there and be filled.

I want to find what kind of power again. He's looking for power, he's very, very much in need of power.

Without power, he was there as if he couldn't do anything, as if he couldn't do anything.

But sometimes, it's like the more you want to get something, but the more you find that you can't get it.

It's just that in that empty and empty world, there is nothing to look ahead, he seems to be moving his limbs in the empty and blank,

It was as if it were just running there, and as if it was just resting in the void and the void,

It is like a kind of breath of pain, and it is difficult to find it on the path of breath and pain.

It's hard to struggle, as if there is no end to it in the void and blankness, and it seems that there is no end to it.

It was as if the end was so far away from him, far away and painful and painful without any end.

It is a kind of endless torment, a kind of endless consumption in general, an endless torment of the soul and the consumption of emptiness,

It also seems to be a kind of physical cruelty, torment, torture and consumption.

There is torment and pain, and in that endless pain, it consumes physical and mental strength,

It's just that I feel a kind of helplessness for such a life there, just immersed in the pain and suffering,

It's hard to find there, as if you can't find anything there.

There is always something that seems to be unknown there, and there is always something that seems to be there painful and blank,

But it is still necessary to endure there, and to be strong there to endure and tolerate,

In that cold heart that seems like a stone, what kind of warmth and gentleness will be found,

In that slightest warmth and tenderness, he wept, and there he convulsed and cried silently.

Too persistent, too persistent to endure and endure and endure, his body and mind seemed to fester.

There he was in pain and agony as if he were about to collapse.

On the verge of that rush, on the verge of pain and pain,

Is it still there unknown, or is it there endless and endless pain and pain?