5 But they waited, but found that they could not wait,

So disgust arose in that heart,

Anger was born, anger was voiced,

Boredom and bewilderment,

And everything is there that I don't want to do anything,

It is also something that is disturbing in it,

It's something that is disgusted there, but still has to endure there,

It's a kind of patience that is deep and seems to be there against itself.

I don't know why I'm so awkward with myself,

It's all so uneasy there,

Just feeling the disobedience of the heart there is a disobedience,

It's a kind of super super unpleasantness,

Even if everything seems to be so smooth, so natural,

However, I still feel very uncomfortable, and it seems that I am making trouble there.

also awkward in that heart,

It's like it's super super awkward there,

It's also so awkward that I can't do anything about myself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She had an impulse, a real urge to cut her head into eight pieces,

She has difficulty understanding herself, and she has difficulty finding the source of her troubles.

But there he is still suffering,

When everything is there and there is really peace and existence,

And the troubles are still there,

Troubles are still there as if they were rooted,

It's as if there are deep, deep roots there,

also suppressed there,

It also seems to be urging itself there, as if it is urging itself,

It seems that he is urging the outside world to do something.

It seems to be a kind of distress, something that wants to ask for help from the outside world,

What is there is disdain there,

It's also something that is very cold there,

Laughing at something in that coldness,

There, one by one, said, "What's the use of you doing this?" ”

Always there to get bored,

It's like there's a rival there, and I'm bored and bored,

It seems that what kind of heart knot cannot be untied there,

What kind of heart knot is tightly wound there,

What kind of heart knot is there tightly troubled,

She was worried, this was a kind of self-indulgence and her own reluctance.

She was also worried that she was asking for trouble.

But she was still there crying,

Because even if it's nothing to worry about,

What kind of pain, the pain of annoyance and boredom,

It is still there, and the pain and sorrow and sorrow are still there.

The sadness and coldness that belong to life are also real there.

What is there is restlessness there,

There is also something that is out there in every slightest,

You can exist or disappear.

Always in that one of the things that is difficult to understand,

It also seems to be there that I am always unaccustomed to seeing something,

It's something that I can't get used to seeing there.

It's also something that is always tired and tired of it,

It's also in that it keeps exploding,

Constantly troubled, and in that trouble,

Constantly angry, a kind of irritation,

It's also a kind of irritation that is overwhelmed,

And sighing in the midst of it,

It's like a disease born in that laziness,

None of them are like people,

It's as if you're constantly arguing over it,

And in that constant chagrin,

Just in the midst of it,

It's a rage of anger and resentment,

and uneasy in that anger and irritation.

I just don't think it's good, I just don't think it should be,

I just think I should be quiet,

What do you have or need to calm your mind in that group,

I still need to calm my mood and mind there,

And then go on and on to explain something.

Maybe there's something that needs to be explained there.

Maybe you still need to be patient.

Something, although it is something that requires patience,

But it seems that there is nothing to be patient with.

Something was there like a flame that came out,

And then, everything that you see with your own eyes seems to be there completely unpleasant something,

It had to be completely uncomfortable and emotionless.

will create troubles in it,

and in that there will be uneasiness,

And in that there will be boredom,

There are no tears to fake crying,

Weeping without a tearful howl,

It's not so much crying as howling,

But still in the midst of that shouting,

What kind of liberation do you want to find?

I still want to find what kind of giving up and letting go,

Still there I want to find what kind of relief,

But I still don't want to let go of anything.

The spirit of the white fox is in that sleepy sleep,

Frowning,

Suddenly it stretched out again,

It's like a kind of rest after being very tired.

She needs to rest.

She wanted to rest so much, just because she was tired.