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37 is a little blurry

It's melancholy, but it's also irretrievable, and it's something that can't be saved. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhat kind of indifference, what kind of negligence, what kind of distancing, is it a dream?

It's still the same real scene, there is something broken there, there is constantly broken, there is something unknown, there is something unknown, there is something there so and so unclear, not clear, I don't know that everything is like this and so and everything has become something again, I don't know what everything has become again, what is unknown.

Such a distant dream, that distant figure, just turned away, never looked back, so never turned back. Is that him? It really would be such a familiar and seemingly strange him. that

Who can't be found, someone who can't be found, who is looking forward to someone's warmth, in that time of looking forward to warmth, his back is so dreamy, his back is so trance-like, and in that forgetting and forgetting, in that disappearing, in that so and so will disappear, it will be so and so forever unclear, not clear, as if what is forgotten is so that it has to be forgotten forever.

What is broken and broken, what cannot be found, as if it is so and so that it can never be found, it is always impossible to find it, it is so much to look forward to the turn of the back, but the back still has to turn so much, who turns and leaves, who has to go away forever, who has gone away and gone away, is it so that he will not come back? Will anyone who goes far away be like this, and will never come again? Will you not find it?

What can't be found, what can't be found? What to look forward to there, what to look for there, where the faint brokenness, there are gentle reminiscences, long-term memories, there has been some warmth in the memories, there have been some nostalgia.

I know that I have been deceived, but I am still so willingly deceived, is it stupid, or the fragility of the heart, or the pain of the heart, where the pain is, where the loneliness, even if I am deceived, even if I am deceived, I still want to try it so much.

Looking forward to something, looking forward to such warmth, is like the heart's desire, like a drink to quench your thirst. It's poisoning, but what is lost there, something will be forgotten in the chaos and **, as if it is almost forgotten that the life of survival has to find a new death.

What kind of pain, what kind of sadness, what is there that is overwhelmed, what is there to forget, what is so to forget and forget, is it so to forget and never remember? Is it so much so that you can forget it and never remember it again?

Will you forget? Will it be so long and long to forget? It was a rain, a downpour, a cold rain, in the cold rain washing and soaking, what kind of pain, what kind of pain, what kind of inescapability, inextricability, always so much so that there is something that cannot be liberated, what is so so unelievable, such and so unextricably placed, for a long time to forget, in the vacancy and blankness, just so panic, so that the body and mind tremble so panicked and messy.

In the midst of that injury, what kind of pain will there be, will there be such regrets and losses again? Is there anything missing?

In the midst of crying, the crying and sad water is the cry of the rain, it is the rain falling, but it is just such a lonely girl, the woman is lonely there, crying in that loneliness, just crying weakly, crying and whimpering and silent, in that silent loneliness and distress, in that place is at a loss, in that place can not be found, in that place what kind of fear and fear. Will it be so scary and scared?

Don't be broken, don't want your dreams to be broken, don't want the pain of that wound, where you just start to feel broken, just feel powerless, just cry intermittently, so lonely and helpless, and yet so and so unfound, unfound, useless there.

There I was laughed at and mocked by everything, and then, I had to be quiet and quiet again, maybe I knew I was wrong, but I didn't know what was wrong, I didn't know why I was so wrong, I had to be so wrong and sad.

Something, something painful is broken there, and the cry seems to pierce the whole sky, it is like a heart-rending cry, and it will make people feel sorry for it.

And whose cry of pain is so much to provoke laughter again, a very terrible and terrible feeling of pleasure, what kind of feeling is that, but what can everything be? What if everything is like this?

It's so at a loss, it's so helpless, it's so that you can't find it anymore, it's so empty and melancholy, you have to breathe deeply, and there is a pain in your breath, what a nostalgic pain.

It will be so painful, it will be so painful, it will be so painful and painful for the whole heart, all the soul, it will be like it is so far away, it will never be able to find anything again, it will be so much that it can no longer be found.

Somewhere in that heart seems to have been hollowed out, as if somewhere in the heart has been completely hollowed out in this way, it is a completely hollowed out somewhere in the heart. There, intermittently, is the wandering of dreams.

The white fox stood at the end of the cliff, looking at the distant sky of the cloud cliff, the fluttering white clouds, the fluttering clouds, the clouds and mist cliffs that swirled around the mountain, couldn't you find them there? Or it was like a sudden break, like a break between heaven and earth.

There is sadness and pain, there is anticipation, there is hope for something again, but it is still not found, it is still so unfound, and then it is so decaying, it is the exhaustion and fatigue of decay, where it is declining and declining, where the heart is quiet and quiet. So quietly, so and so looking into the distance, just so looking up at the sky, the mind is blank, where the blue sky, where the clouds are drifting lightly, is so long and far away, in the misty patch, is the blank in the mind, is so blank.

There is a kind of blankness that struggles in it, and the pain of that struggle does not stop there, as if there is something there that cannot be stopped. And in that wonderful world, it seems that there is something rotting in it, and it has been rotting for a long time.

In that rotten breath, as if about to vomit, in that rot, what kind of vomiting breath, what kind of painful vomiting breath and vomiting feelings, what kind of dream wandering, what kind of dream pain wandering, what kind of wandering dream, what can't be found, as if in the decay and brokenness of something can never be found.

It is so and so that you have to find nowhere forever, where you are far away, far away and empty, far away and falling, far away and disappearing, what kind of knowledge can be found, what kind of good and bad, right and wrong, what you have is sad there, where you are sad in the long term and worried in your dreams, where you are sad and there is no way, where you are sad and the whole heart is in pain, all of your internal organs are there in pain, and you are in pain there.

What kind of dream is there in the liberation of the dream, who is in the dream, who is far away? Gone? Is it like this, and if you have to leave, will you not come back?

The person who never looks back, the person who never looks back, and the heart that no longer goes back and forth. That heart can't come back, it can't come back.

Is there only crying, only lonely and sad crying? Crying sad and painful, so unrelieved and unfree, there is something empty and sad, there is something lonely and tightly embraced, so and so tightly embraced.

The girl, Yin Ling was startled, but the girl was still trembling and trembling in panic in that place: "Don't come, don't come, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, don't blame me, don't blame me, I didn't mean it, please don't resent me, don't resent me, okay?" Forgive me, can you forgive me? Don't hold a grudge, okay? How are ......."

"You...... Why? The white fox's spirit just approached the scared girl step by step, and the white fox's spirit just asked in confusion, "Who are you?" Who are you? How did you end up here? Isn't this city, this city of sorrows, a desolate city? How can there still be a you? ”

"You...... What did you say? Where is this? Lock the city of worries? Where is Lockdown City? "The girl seemed to be crazy, she seemed to be crazy, she seemed to be crazy, but she seemed to have complete amnesia, as if she had lost her memory and couldn't remember anything, as if she had lost her memory and couldn't find anything anymore.

It's the struggle of life, life seems to be constantly struggling in such a life, constantly struggling with pain and pain, as if every nerve is struggling, and it seems that every painful nerve is struggling there.

Because I was very hurt, I wanted to find what kind of warmth, and I had to look forward to what kind of warmth, and at the end of the day, I suddenly found that I couldn't find any kind of warmth.

It's as if all the warmth was a hoax, the warmth was deceptive, the warmth was unreal, and the warmth was like she shouldn't have it.

I waited for a long, long night like that, and so long, and so much so an empty night, and so silent of the night, and in what kind of cold night, something was broken there, and something was never to be found there.

In the splendor of the starry sky, in the dazzling magnificence, there is something that is declining and weakening, what is unknown there, what is there that cannot be found, and what is there I don't know the reason, I don't know the reason, I don't know the reason, will it break suddenly?

It's just crying there, crying there at a loss, crying for so long, crying and saying don't go, crying and saying don't stay away, but it's just empty words, it's still like a dream, what is lost will still be lost there, what is lost will still disappear there.

What you have, you can't do it with wishful thinking, you can do it like that. Lost, distant, far away, missing, or something, disappearing from between the fingers, just holding someone's hand, that's the warmth of holding hands, that's the warmth of the palm.

Holding one hand with the other, just walking hand in hand, as if it would be so hand-in-hand and walking for a lifetime, a lifetime can be a long and long, a long life, and it seems to be a very fast and fast day, as if it is a very short time, the length of the time, as if it is uncertain, the length of time seems to be unchanged, but the effect of time in people's hearts is invisible, but it is so frightening.

Sometimes a few seconds can feel so long, so long, sometimes a whole day, or even a whole year, it seems like it's just beginning, it's so short that it's just beginning, and then it's gone, it's completely gone, it's so forever and ever, it's so long and ever, it's so hard to find anything again.

What a pain it was, and what a pain of life. There is no trace of the struggle of life, the struggle of life is the process of struggle, it is so easy to say that you give up, but you will choose to stop thinking about anything there, so you have to choose not too much to care about something. It's just that if you think less about it, maybe it will be easier to be happy.

However, it is not so easy not to care, and the road to happiness is always so difficult. The girl just hugged the white fox in such a panic and cried, "Why? Why can't I be happy with him? Why can't we be happy? ”

"Why can't you be happy?" The spirit was just being held so much, but before he could react, he asked, "Why did you say you couldn't be together?" Why do you say that you cannot be happy? Isn't happiness created by two people together? Will it not be long before you work together to maintain your happiness? ”

"No, no, it's not that easy, it's not that simple, it's really, happiness, it's really hard to find happiness." The girl was just crying, just hugging the neck of the white fox's soul so tightly that she was on her knees and weeping.

She cried in embarrassment and replied: "I love him, I really love him so much, I love him so much, but I still want to break up with him, it seems like ...... between us All that remains is to break up, and breaking up is the best choice between us. I owe nothing to love, affection, or to him, and I do not owe him anything. I don't want to cry, I really don't want to cry. But he would still be so sad and sad. He completely broke my heart. There is really no drama between us, no ruts, no possibility. ”

"Why? You ......" The spirit just trembled, trembling and suddenly felt the darkness in front of her, so suddenly there was darkness, and she felt herself fall with the girl, and she fell into the valley completely, and in the darkness of the fall, it was so empty and unsearchable, so difficult and difficult to find.

It was the cracking of a piece of metal, like the breaking of a piece of glass, and she fell completely to a spring floor with the clarity of the shattering sound in her ears.

Just when she thought that she and the girl would be so ironclad that they would fall to their deaths, they fell together on a huge soft spring mat, and she felt that she was alive, she was alive again, she had to come back from the possibility of life, and it was such a new search.

In the melancholy and empty loss that can't be found, what kind of insects are chirping, what kind of vague feelings can no longer be found, and what kind of feelings have disappeared.

What kind of dream was shattered, she just sighed in that place, she didn't die, she didn't die and came back to life, but...... When the bard was almost on all fours, he fell asleep on the spring mat.

She lay on her back on the mat, trembling, breaking and bruising, and then there was silence, and there was silence again, and she was in that silence, as if she couldn't feel the girl who had just cried, as if she was gone, and I don't know where she went.

The spirit was just so confused and puzzled, trying to find the girl, but in her calling, the real search in the silent darkness was vacant, empty echoes, as if there were no echoes in the room.

And in the darkness echoed out of the sound of a long and far away, the distant sound, the waves of the distant sound, she felt that this space was so big, so big, as if it were some kind of cave.

Just when Yin Ling couldn't figure it out, the soft spring cushion she was sitting on suddenly writhed, and just when she was confused, a hot wind blew over, and after all, it was still mixed with some rancid smell.

Yin Ling just frowned, feeling more and more that something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything clearly, just panicked.