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112 Bird tracks are gone

When the real is there to be sought and searched,

What's changing more and more in there,

It's changing there quickly and there, and there's a very big gap.

It's also changing there, just sighing there, very, very sighing,

In that long sigh, there is no way there,

It's like there's no duty at all.

It's like a kind of distance of death and demand,

But there is still something that cannot be sought or discovered in it.

Wei Wuxian walked all the way up the mountain in the forest, and he walked for a while,

I saw that among the pine trees, there was a vague flat ground in front of me, and I didn't seem to see clearly.

He just kept walking.

But when I came to the halfway point of the mountain, I suddenly had to go further.

So slowly out of the pine forest,

Moreover, it is no longer a steep hill, but it has become a flat ground there.

A lot of things are undiscovered yet,

What there is is is changing there, and it is also there that it is painful and helpless to change,

That's a pain, that's a kind of entanglement in life,

In the entanglement of life, there is something that cannot be found, and something that cannot be found.

And they wept there, as if they heard some crying sound,

It seems to be the cry of a crow, but look around,

And there is not a single crow to be seen, nor a bird to be seen,

It's as if there is no life in this forest.

In life, it seems that this is always there to be deep,

It's always deep there, and what there is, what seems to exist,

It's hard there, and it's getting harder and harder in it,

is also becoming more and more overwhelmed in it,

It's also something that is hard to get close to, hard to find,

will be confused in the vacillation of the left and right,

In the confusion of the left and right, I feel something far away,

It's as if there's something far away in it,

It's as if there's something there, always so far away, so far away.

It was a distant struggle, and it seemed to belong to a distant and painful struggle.

In that midst of the struggle in a kind of unknown,

is also struggling in a kind of melancholy and helplessness.

It is a kind of distance in life, and it seems to belong to the tribulation and torture of life.

Life is being consumed there, and it is being consumed more and more hard there,

It's so painful, it's so powerless,

It's also so panicked, so scared, so scared,

Something that can't always be approached, something that can't always be approached, and something that can't be approached there,

I can't get close to it, it's a struggle, I want to struggle to get close to something in it,

To struggle to get closer to something.

In the unknown, in the unknown where the unknown is safe and dangerous,

can only choose to be strong there, and can only choose there,

Go forward, rush forward, and go forward, just because there is no way back.

There I try not to give up anything, there I try not to forget what I do,

It's an endless generality, and life is in that endless struggle,

It's also endlessly wasted in it, and it's hard and hard to do anything there,

And what exists in it is impossible there, since it is impossible,

In the end, you can only choose to give up there, and choose the choice that you have no other choice, that is, to give up.