2 Sometimes, those worries just seem very, very superfluous.

It's a superfluous and very meaningless worry, all of which doesn't have much meaning and no effect. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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

It's just that I feel what kind of dead silence and surprise I feel there, but there is a kind of desire to hold my mother's arm,

Just weeping there, weak and so sad and so sad and lonely that I want to cry,

I want to send it to my heart, I want to tell how stupid I am there,

How sluggish, how frightened.

It's just that I'm afraid of something to change, and some of the things I still don't want to change.

It's still a little reluctant to change there, but what kind of hesitation will be felt there, and it seems that there will be some kind of dead silence and death there.

It's a kind of staying in that corner for a long time, and then, as if you can't move anymore,

It was as if he had frozen to death in a dead corner of that place, or at least the limbs of his body were so cold that he could not move.

It's just that what kind of exclamation is felt there, but what is there is something that is too far away there,

It's a kind of something that is so far away that it seems to be there and can't be approached or approached.

Everything is still there that seems to be something that cannot be approached, everything that is still there to feel something close and unsearchable,

It's just that you will feel fear and fear there, a kind of tears, a kind of excitement and impulse with tears in your eyes,

It's just that there is a kind of fire burning there, and it seems to be burning her heart there, burning so much that it loses all direction.

There is something that seems to be missing and missing there,

What is there is that I feel the gap and distance there, and it is also in that distance,

She felt the slightest negligence, and in that negligence, what kind of distance and fear she felt,

It was as if she was already there and some distance from this world.

There was a relatively large distance and gap, and then, what kind of fear did she feel there?

Also in that fear, I feel what kind of negligence and distantness, where it is far away, and where it is still trembling and forgetting,

What kind of trembling is so forgetful, and it seems to be there in the midst of forgetfulness and distantness,

It was as if she had been unable to find anything in it for a long time, as if she had not been able to find any purpose or direction there.

For a while, she just felt a little confused there,

It's just that in that confusion, some can't understand and explain something,

There is always something that cannot be understood and explained there.

And it just felt a very, very distant distance there.

Some are far away, some are too far away, as far away as the miracles of heaven.

It's just that there's something to hug and something that's just so scared and scared there.

There is something that cannot be explained there, and it seems that it is difficult to stop and stop in it.

I just don't want everything to be like this again, but what seems to be there is already getting farther and farther away.

It was so far away that she could no longer come near and find, as if she had already fallen into hell there,

In that hellish world, she was confused, she was confused, as if she had completely lost herself in that world.

What kind of can't be found, and what kind of can't be understood.

There is still something that cannot be understood there,

That's what kind of very, very long distance from heaven,

And it is a kind of heaven that is difficult to find and wait for, and what is not far away from the end,

That's a kind of hesitation, what kind of trembling is that, what kind of trembling is that,

What kind of forgetting and neglect and neglect is that, as if nothing can be found there,

It's as if she can't find anything there, as if she has completely lost herself and herself in that world.

For a while, in the vacant and empty world, she could not find herself, she shut herself up in the empty and empty dark room,

In a horrible world like hell and prison, she had no idea what terrible claws would suddenly reach out to her from the darkness around her, tearing her flesh and heart.

It's just that for a while, there was something that was still there,

What kind of fear was still felt there, it was something very cold, like in that cold ice cave,

There, the whole body was trembling there, and it was as if it was so cold that it was almost shivering.

It's a kind of cold shivering, every night seems to be there, as cold as your own tears and teardrops will also condense into ice crystals there,

And then, just there to get carried away, as if there was a long, far distance from the world,

In the distance between them, it was as if she could no longer be sought and searched there.

She hugged her mother, but found that she was holding it too cold and too rough, and when she looked closely, she realized that what she was hugging was just a thick tree pole.

Everything is still there in a daze, everything is still there in the inexplicable,

She just felt scared all over there, trembling all over there, trembling as if she was about to die of cold there.

There is always something that cannot be waited for there, there is always something that cannot be found there, and sometimes, there is something as if there is no reason to be found there.

It's as if there's something that has long been lacking in the ground, and it's as if there's no reason there.

I don't know what will become of everything in there,

As if it were another world that doesn't belong to itself, and as if it were all things,

It's all empty there, as if it's all empty and empty there.

There convulsed and cried, crying as if there was no reason, as if there was no reason to cry,

Is it something that cannot be understood there, and it is like what kind of feelings and feelings are difficult to talk about there, that is a bird that belongs to heaven?

Or would it be there to row a bird in heaven, and then, right there, forgotten, there was something there as if it had been completely forgotten and forgotten.

I don't know what everything has become again there, and I don't know what everything has become in the emptiness there.

It's still something that hasn't been found there, and it's as if there's still nothing to be found.

Whether there is something that can be included and included, and whether there is something that can belong to others,

You can also go there to belong to yourself, but it seems that all of them do not belong, and they all seem to be found and cannot be found there.

It's just that there are some things there that still feel very melancholy, and there still seems to be something there that I don't understand very much.

And what kind of incomprehensible general. Is that really the case? Why is all this like this?