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38 What is the sorrow?

There is some kind of pain, it is the complete pain of the body, the load of old age, the load of the body, and unconsciously rediscovering the difficulties, life and what kind of difficulties in life are starting to become more and more difficult, and they are becoming more and more unmistakable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just waiting in vain, it's just that it flows there in vain with time, it's flowing like this, it's going to flow like this, and then it's completely gone, and there's something that's completely gone.

What can't be found, what can't be found, and then what there is is empty loss and confusion, what there is is disappeared there, and it seems to be completely gone.

There is someone waiting there, waiting there hard and long, waiting there for what love and waiting and waiting, what kind of heartbreak, heartbreaking dreams are there like wisps of smoke floating in the air, that is gone, there is nothing to be found.

There something will begin to become more and more difficult again, more and more like this, as if it is completely gone, as if nothing can be found at all.

There is some pain, it is the pain of the body, it is the pain of hard work, but some of the giving, maybe it should be.

Although many times, or sometimes just asking yourself, what is the point of working so hard?

However, after thinking about it, maybe there is still some meaning and usefulness, but at this time I don't understand it too well, or maybe it wasn't until I understood it, and I realized that it was too late.

The scene of going up the mountain is like the simplicity and simplicity in the struggle and struggle, but it is still like a dream.

What is there is disappears there, what disappears and what is lost, it will always disappear, it will never be found and disappear.

There is always some unclear and unclear, and there are always too many things that are not understood, and then there are so many sad things, just so worried and helplessly sad, there is something there to escape, to hide.

There is something else that hurts there, and there is a complete collapse of the wounds, and the pain and hardship of the struggle seem to be meaningless.

However, in that unconscious and unconscious, what kind of belief is there, what kind of belief is there, there is always such a feeling, there is always as if there is something there.

There quietly, there quietly, there training, there silent and silent, what sound is there to listen to, what mood and natural voice and your own heart are you listening to, and how will you be moved?

What kind of new emotion will it have to re-exist like this? Or perhaps, the emotion is gone, and the emotion is so much that it can no longer be found.

There is such a kind of indifference, very indifferent and terrible heart, there is too much loneliness, there is too much fear, and the distance between people, the heart has begun to become more and more distant. And I became more and more lonely and helpless there.

In those sad days, what kind of threat do you feel, or there is a terrible sense of threat, under the blow of all kinds of negative factors, you start to be afraid, you start to want to avoid, and the negative factors or many or less will always exist.

It's just that after facing so many blows again, what will everything become again? Or is it so hard to find anything?

Who said that, that sentence: Why can't you see the good of others? Is such a thought negative? Isn't it scary? Old age is, in a way, a kind of decline and a kind of regression.

Because of the lack of enthusiasm, because of the lack of seriousness and hard work, no longer work so hard, so lax and lazy, those negative factors are unconsciously re-generated, and then there is such and such a vicious circle, will there be something there to become a vicious circle again?

It's always so unclear, it's always so unclear. In that blur of evasion, there is not much to escape and dodge there, there is nothing empty there, there is something empty wandering in the air, as if the air is wandering there.

What kind of disdain, what kind of contempt, what kind of disgust, all of which were not clear there, but were terrifying, and there slowly began to produce a terrible aura again.

In the midst of that terrible and terrifying, in my own loneliness, I really want to hide, I want to be so lonely, I have to keep my loneliness all the time, but this seems to be wrong, but many of the right and wrong in the world are not clear, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

It is not so easy to distinguish what kind of suppression, when what kind of blow succeeds there, when the blow succeeds, and in fact, that person fails, and the person who is hit and can no longer stand up is a failure and a pain.

There is always so much pain in the world, and in that kind of pain, what kind of anxiety, what kind of disgust and bad anxiety, and in that anxiety, what kind of mental endurance is broken, and what kind of resentment is unconsciously regenerated.

And in that kind of resentment, the original and original warmth and warmth can no longer be found, and they are all like this, and they can no longer be found.

There will always be so much, too much overwhelmed, in the midst of that contempt and disdain, where it is just closer, and then far away, silently, and so re-identifying something, and beginning to become well-behaved and submissive again? It's not clear, it's still not clear.

What kind of pain will there be, when the pain begins to take root in the mist of it, and it begins to re-emerge like this, when the pain and pain begin to emerge there, there is melancholy, there is avoidance, when many people are disgusted, then I will be so unbearable to want to avoid it at any time and place.

I want to leave, and I want to give up, what can I do? Always in that place at a loss and helpless, in that desperate and desperate world, I only feel that I am so lonely and lonely, so pathetic, so painful to cry, in that crying, it is so like a crazy person.

But what if you really lose all consciousness, if you are so really crazy, so crazy that you don't know the pain, you don't know the discomfort, you don't know the negative emotions of repression and disgust?

And everything seems to be no longer possible, but it is so messy and feels that everything is at a loss, there quietly laughing, there gently smiling, when laughing, the heart is so lonely and lonely, it is the unhappiness of the heart, it is the loss of the heart, as if it has completely lost something and has to look forward to what kind of death.

In that decay there is the urge to seek death, that is the journey to get close to life and death, what kind of journey is there, what is there in that blank space, what is there to worry and irritability, what is there to be helpless, what is completely disappeared there, is there something lost? It's messy again, and it's unfindable.

In the breath, in the difficult breath, in the lonely and lonely breath, in the struggle of weakness, in the struggle of physical fatigue and fatigue, there is something that wants to give up there.

What is it good to give up, to give up again and again, over and over again, and there over and over again, and so on,

Life and everything in life should be good, and how to find, what kind of unknown, as if it is always difficult for oneself to know, as if it will become some cause and answer, or reason, that one will never find.

Die, break through, die, perish, disappear, eliminate, shatter, don't live, or live like this, feel too difficult, feel too difficult, whether there will always be such a life that produces what kind of pain and difficulties in life, what kind of survival road is difficult there.

There is scarcity, there is nothingness, there is silence, there is silence, there is something disgusting, there is something stupid and stunned.

Starting to be stupid? I'm still starting to be lazy, I'm starting to be careless, what kind of difficulty is getting closer and closer there, what is starting to be difficult there, it's like a sword poking straight into the body, what will be unbearable, what will be unbearable.

What is unbearable, I still try to endure it there, I just try to endure it again, I endure it without giving up, what kind of support I am looking for there, what kind of spiritual support I am looking for.

If you live like this and live like this, you are likely to live like this all the time, and you have to live like this for a lifetime, if you have such a life and such a life, you can't lack what kind of spiritual pillar, you can't lack a pillar, you can't lack something.

Just to find the direction of the heart, just to find the direction of the heart and so chaotic, and not sure of what, and so and so again to find and hold on to something.

The emptiness of a certain part of the heart is as if something is completely missing and missing somewhere in the heart, and in the pain and pain of what kind of absence and lack, it is a deep, long-term and long-term lonely torment, and it seems to be so tormented every minute and every second.

It is the common torture of the body and the mind, and in the midst of that kind of aquatic and fiery torture, I want to find an end, I want to bring this pain to an end, I want to make this pain disappear quickly, but I find that I just wander and wander in such loneliness and pain and pain, and wander so and so repeatedly.

The outside world, the bustle outside, began to become more and more distant, those began to become more and more distant, the outside world was so completely detached from the lonely self, it was so lonely and uncomfortable, but it was just patient, the loneliness and loneliness to endure was the only thing that could be done, and it was the last thing left for oneself.

It's just so mechanical, mechanical like an animal. There is a sense of terror that is constantly degrading.

In the midst of torture and tossing, there is something that shouldn't be, what is meaningless, and what seems to have no effect there, and there is no direction, so can you only give up?

In the midst of that repetitive machine, in that desolate world, there is still a little stubbornness and a strong desire to hold on to something again, to be so naïve again, to be naïve to toil, to naively believe in something again, to love naively and at all costs.

To convince yourself again, to deceive yourself into wanting to love again, to love again, or maybe you will still love so badly, love so much pain and pain, and then there will be something there that is paralyzed and numb, endured in that numbness, and the common language disappears between people.

They live and live under the same roof, but they seem to be two unrelated people, as if each other's hearts are completely separated, completely staggered, and the hearts of two people are so coldly separated, in front of the real reality of the pain in the belly, just staring blankly at whose return figure.

It's so stupid and empty looking at whose back, looking at someone's turned back, just looking at the disappearing back, just so wearing, just different, in that consumption, in that unpleasant consumption, I don't know what happened to myself, and I have a kind of resentment.

What kind of indifferent resentment has arisen unconsciously, and in what kind of resentment, people have been separated from each other more and more, a sad distance.

What kind of reluctance, what kind of reluctance, but what kind of reluctance and reluctance are helpless, or crying?

When the salty tears make the eyes cry to the end, when the vision of the eyes begins to become more and more blurry, when the eyes also spend and blur everything, what kind of cost begins to become greater and greater, and begins to become more and more difficult.

Even crying...... Just crying if you want to find out the emotion is also a no-no, because crying will make your eyes hurt, because crying will only make your eyes see things more blurry, and crying will only increase the tiredness of your eyes.

What kind of sorrow is that, what kind of sadness, when crying has become a luxury, when the sad person has no freedom to cry, what kind of sadness and helplessness is it, but there is no better way to find and find it, what kind of re-search or better search?

In the midst of life, in the midst of all kinds of intertwined troubles, there is something rotten there, and the smell of decay and corruption and rot is disgusting, disgusting as if it is about to vomit, as if it is about to vomit, as if it has what kind of vomiting breath, what kind of uncomfortable vomiting breath, but quietly waiting there.

Don't be so detached, don't be so detached in loneliness, in that alienation, in your own heart there is no harbor to be placed on and to be kept.

When your heart feels helpless in this world, what kind of sadness, what kind of difficulties, what kind of pain, it is a kind of lonely and wandering pain.

It's like wanting warmth but not being warm, wanting to sustenance something, but it is so difficult to sustenance, wanting to care so much, being cared for by something, but suddenly finding that you can't feel what kind of care and care, that is a person's lonely sadness, that is a person's lonely sorrow, but in that sadness and loneliness can not be relieved.

When I can't re-untie it, I have a thousand knots in my heart, and I have a thousand worries in my heart, whether it is a knot in my heart or a worry in my heart, it is a melancholy pain, so like a tumor, as if a huge tumor is living in my heart, and it is still growing continuously.

There are too many too many willing, very willing, very willing, that is the happiness of being together, that is a yearning for being happier together, but what is there is so much that you can't yearn for, it's like a dream that you can't yearn for, and you can't find it like this, but you can't find it so much.

I can't find it, and suddenly I feel lonely and melancholy, but when the light shines on my heart, what kind of expectation I have, looking forward to the light and warmth shining into my heart so much.

It's just so much to look forward to and hope, so that what kind of tears can stop, who I hope can stop crying, looking at the tears that flow, what kind of reluctance, looking at the crying heart aches. But he could only remain silent.

There are so many and so many problems, and there are so many and so many difficulties, life is so difficult, life is so worrying and there is no way to do it, and there is no way to live in that complete paralysis.

I was in such a difficult and difficult situation that I had no way to do, I wanted to ask for help, I wanted to seek and find ways and solutions, and suddenly I realized that I couldn't find a way and a direction.

There are already such difficulties, there are worries, there are tensions, there are a lot of unintentional problems and difficulties, but all of a sudden I am startled, these confusions are only because of neglect and neglect, and in those who are trying again step by step.

I have to work hard like this to comfort myself that maybe I will get better, maybe as long as I work harder, maybe I will get better slowly. Regardless of whether all this is true or not, you just have to work hard like this, don't give up easily, don't give up your efforts easily, don't easily be scared in the face of pain and difficulties, can't be so easily frightened by the difficulties and problems in life.

Maybe in that there will be some slowly and re-found some methods and methods, or at that moment, when there is no road and no direction, that place, try to find a way, try to find a way.

In that sadness and pain, there is always something that we miss, there is always something that we are reluctant to bear, and there is something that we want to attach to, and what we want to strive to cherish.

We are working hard for what we cherish, what kind of approach we are looking for again in that effort, what kind of way we are trying so hard to find, trembling there, and finding a strong way and way there.

Yin Ling is just comforting herself in that place, it's okay, it's okay, it's going to be okay, everything should be getting better slowly, she has to work harder, try harder.