4Whom he saved, but whom he buried. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is there a resentment in this?

Is there a kind of indignation at unfairness?

But what can all this be complained about?

It's as if there are always sacrifices in it,

When there are no more victims in this world,

And all of this seems to create a vicious circle in it.

It's something that can't be explained, and it seems to be just a reasoning.

It seems that it is not possible to determine what is there.

Because, when I want to continue to take a step forward, what I have, what exists,

It became a kind of forbidden area, a kind of forbidden area that could no longer be sought and discovered in depth.

When the forbidden area is created there, the blockade seems to be created in the middle of it.

It is a kind of pain, and you will feel a kind of desolation in that hardship and sorrow,

A kind of desolation that seems to belong to life itself, a kind of unrecognized,

Not accepted a kind of sadness and helplessness, and at a loss for something,

Just waiting there, just waiting there, and just looking forward there, and it seems to be there wanting to be calm,

I also want to live a peaceful and ordinary life there,

However, I still found out what kind of restless heart I found, I was still restless there, and I couldn't settle down there.

It's like his dream, it's his dream, what he wants to break through, what he wants to chase and discover.

However, just as he searched all the way, and before he could find it, he died, and he died on the road of searching, and he also died of a searching heart.

In that dead and silent and desolate heart, where everything dissolves into nothingness,

and suffering in the nothingness, just something that is peaceful there, something that is only quiet there,

But in that peace and quiet, what there is, what seems to exist burns there,

There burned passionately and restlessly, for there also seemed to be something that he did not want,

It's what he's unwilling and unwilling to be there,

But he's still there to be timid,

There, timidity and fear, and in the midst of it, he became a victim again.

He also thought about hiding those crazy thoughts and becoming a farmer,

To be an ordinary farmer, a person who follows the crowd, maybe that's not bad,

But his heart didn't know why he was so restless there.

It was as if his heart was roasting on a fire, so uncomfortable, so painful, so painful.

Therefore, he seems to be in the restless heart that has some kind of restlessness and unacceptable something.

It's like the pain of ambition being uncompensated there.

Ambition, but also ambition, is a kind that seems very unattainable,

However, there is something that is indispensable and important.

That's a kind of certainty in life,

The interpretation and reality of life also seem to be there to determine and locate the goal and direction of the dream.

and a goal and direction that you are willing to strive for for that dream.

There is always something in the world that wants to be pursued and discovered,

Because I was a step late, I found out,

Then, time slipped through the river of time in a fast way,

In the midst of that, I suddenly felt that time and time were wasted meaninglessly,

It seems that there is no meaning or sustenance to be found.

It was a kind of timidity, a kind of confusion, it seemed to be a kind of no-finding, and it seemed to be a kind of helplessness.

What is the reincarnation in life, what is waiting and sustenance in life,

What is the truth of life,

If there is nothing in life that is worth cherishing and caring about,

So what is there about life to cherish and care about?

Human desires are always endless, as if they are never satisfied.

However, in reality, there is a limit to what reality can satisfy.

But in that finiteness, looking for a kind of contentment,

Sighing in that contentment, and in that there is something to follow and obey.

It was a kind of calm and serene general that seemed to belong to obedience and conformity.