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In the search for something, in the blank search, in the darkness, in that little by little dragging the tired body, still struggling to walk there, when she was exhausted, when she felt as if she couldn't breathe, she still had to hold on, because there was darkness around her, because it was too dark, and she wanted to find the light, she wanted to find a way to find the light. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the path of search is all the way out, and she also wants to find and find her own path again, and find her own path to the light again.

And the path of search cannot be stopped, because if it stops, it cannot be found, so she cannot stop, no matter how tired she is, no matter how tired she is, she will stand up there and stand up strongly.

Life needs support, life needs to be strong, life also needs many, many different kinds of dependence, and the source of these dependencies is the source and oneself, and a lot of energy and energy can only come from oneself, because it is one's own life.

In those directions that she couldn't find, when she was still so confused and messy, when she felt the chaos and confusion in front of her, when she felt that there was darkness around her and she couldn't find her direction, she could only try to move forward.

A lot of times, as long as you don't move forward, there are some things that you don't continue to do, and you don't know what will happen next, and you don't know what will happen next.

It's not just something that you can wait for. In particular, the answers you want and the results you want are not something you can wait for.

The results you want can only be achieved by relying on your own efforts, and you can create results that only belong to you and the results that belong to you with your own hard work and creation.

A lot of times I am at a loss, a lot of times I can't find the direction, what kind of dissipation of the mind is, when my own mind, the looking heart is scattered there, when there is complete disorder, what kind of instability there is.

What kind of chaotic instability, but in the messy and infallible in the laziness, in the laziness and helplessness, in the faint smile, looking for a smile, but suddenly I feel that I can't find a smile anymore, and I can't find what kind of laughter.

Maybe it's something that will be lost unconsciously, and there will always be something that suddenly changes in that time, something that suddenly disappears there, something that changes there quietly, and then it completely changes into something that you can't find anymore, just so that you can't find it anymore.

When you lose it, you let your sadness and disappointment forget it, and you try so hard to find a new path, what kind of new path it is.

There, in the midst of trivialities, in those beliefs, in the midst of novelty, the Minstrel suddenly felt paralyzed, and someone gently took her arm, and his voice rang in her ears beautifully: "Are you all right?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Yin Ling just smiled weakly and shook his head, "I...... I'm fine. ”

"Lying." He felt hurt and said with some indignation, "You are obviously prostration, tired and almost tired, why do you still have to hold on so hard? ”

"Yes...... However, we still have to go. The spirit just struggled to keep a smile on her face and replied, "If you don't go any further, you'll probably have to be embraced by the darkness." ”

"Swallowed by the darkness?" He just asked there softly.

"As long as there is light in the heart and there is light, then it will not be swallowed up by darkness." The Yin Spirit just replied softly but firmly, but suddenly in surprise, "Why? Why have I become human again? ”

"What are you talking about? Yinling, you've always been human. He was a little confused and said, "You've always been by my side, but you've been running all the time, running forward like you're dead, you know?" You're really scared of that! ”

"Really? Will it be like this? Is this really the case? The spirit was just surprised at that place, "Why don't I remember?" ”

"You...... You may have amnesia. He replied only vaguely.

Amnesia? She just opened her mouth so much, but she didn't say anything, just worried, what kind of worry she had in her heart, what kind of tiredness she had in her heart, in that exhaustion, she still wanted to struggle, she still wanted to struggle so hard without giving up, she was so struggling to find hope, she was so struggling to find what kind of path she was looking for again, a path that belonged to the light, a path that could be resurrected.

The goal may not be too clear, the purpose may not be too clear, but the purpose and the goal are still vague there, when everything is vague there, it is still there to seek, it is still there to not give up, there is not to forget to seek.

There will be many forks in the road, there will be many roads, there will be many jumping roads, there will be many roads to walk, but in the way of so many jumps, there can only be one road to choose in the end. When it's so unclear, when it's difficult, when it's difficult, when the wound starts to appear again, it starts to get tired.

I began to panic, I began to be afraid, I began to be surprised, I began to doubt myself, and when I began to believe in myself, on the road that wandered, on the road where I couldn't wait for anything, I plunged headlong into that painful struggle, and I had the urge not to hit the south wall and not look back, so I had to risk the heart to hit my head to find and rush.

It is a path of seeking, on the road of searching and seeking, to be yourself, to be yourself, and on the road of trying to be yourself, you are also trying not to lose yourself, not to lose your original self, not to give up the original heart, and the original desire.

It's hard to be a human being, it's hard to be a good person, it's hard to do good deeds, and it seems difficult to be a kind person all the time and be a kind person. In this world, there are situations where there is no distinction between black and white, right and wrong, good and bad, and there will be many, many more. And at that time, what should everything do, and what should everything be done again?

On that difficult road, everything is so difficult, all are so exhausted and difficult, and in that exhaustion of the helpless, there is fear.

In the middle of that suddenness, there was something in the middle, something there was painfully rooted, something there was in distress and penetrated into each of her painful and weak cells. She's not so strong, she's not that strong, she's going to be so unbearable to admit defeat, she's going to be so unbearable to find out that she's worthless.

She's going to be haha, she's going to have a very sleepy time, she's going to have something when her limbs are constantly twitching there, and when her limbs are twitching, she's going to be a white fox again, she's going to be a white fox again, she's going to be a brute again.

However, at that time, she didn't know very well, in fact, she only had to go to the hole on the right, as long as she continued to walk all the way, she would find a way out of the city of Locks. There, however, she walked towards the hole on the left.

There is always something that needs to be forced, it is necessary to contribute, in the consumption and struggle that requires physical and mental power, what kind of powerlessness and weakness, what kind of painful helplessness, what kind of sweat, what kind of can't be found.

In the midst of that dislocation, there is such a sad pain, such a sad fear and fear, let something disappear. Let something disappear forever, let something not be found. I can't find it anymore.

Sometimes I am faced with something that I can't find, what kind of pain I have on the road that I can't find and can't find over and over again, what kind of pain I have to struggle with. Let's forget something. Let something be forgotten again like this, and this forgetting is only to seek a liberation.

will cry in fear and fear from exhaustion, just like such a lonely, helpless little girl, crying there feeling lonely and helpless, crying there that the reputation finds a way and a way, crying there is uncomfortable, there it seems to cry and collapse.

What kind of spiritual collapse there is, what kind of spirit there seems to be completely broken, as if it is a kind of box, and in that box, suddenly it explodes with the fall of the box.

"Let the stuff stun and blow it up, let the damn ones, everything I hate, all the things I hate, go out there." The cloud butterfly was just a corner of the darkness in the darkness, where she coldly spat out one word after another.

What kind of pain it was, what kind of weakness it was, it was like the pain of exhaustion of the whole body and body, as if the brain had been completely squeezed clean, it was like the pain of being like a Buddha not being able to breathe, what kind of colic-like pain it was, what kind of colic-like pain it was, what kind of unsearchable pain it was.

And what kind of unbelievable, what kind of pain, where there is no way to believe, there is no possibility to trust. Only, there weeping, there trembling and crying weakly, in that crying drop after tear dropped.

It was a blank space without feelings. When the feelings have long been lost, when the feelings, all the feelings, all the feelings have been wiped out again, there is something so evil and bright on the road that is so hard to find, it seems to be gorgeous destruction, and they do not know that this is only the beginning of abuse and hurt, and those nightmarish times have only begun again like this.

What kind of struggle, what kind of pain, so empty, as if every hairspring in the air had been drained, as if there was some kind of river water that had been drained at the bottom of the river, what was thirsty there, what was there was pain, and what was blank, and suddenly a sword pierced through the air.

It was a turquoise cold sword, and the cold sword pierced into her body so completely without the slightest hesitation, and the Yin Ling was suddenly stunned, so she felt the coldness of her body, and she felt that the blood in her body had to be poured out so much.

It was pouring out and pouring out in pain, it was helplessness in pain, it was a painful struggle in pain, maybe, she would be so useless, maybe, she really died there and couldn't find anything, she couldn't do anything well, she couldn't find anything there.

However, she wanted to comfort him so much, what was possible, what kind of beginning might there be in her own efforts, and such a new start still had too much confusion, too much panic and uneasiness, or too much melancholy. will struggle to the blank, will struggle to break away from what kind of warm embrace again.

The spirit only felt her own fragility so much, she only felt so much the difficulties and misfortunes, what kind of vacancy there was slowly twitching, there was such a wisp of wind from where it was so slowly rushing and looking for a new beginning, the sun was so almost like an eternity rising in the east and setting in the west.

He only said that he was there and asked in confusion, "What exactly do you want?" You are so at a loss to rediscover and discover your own quiet, what kind of malicious slander, the heat and enthusiasm that ignites from your heart.

There was a panic, she was just so frightened that her mind was blank, and there were many times when she found it so difficult.

There is always something there to usher in again, and that kind of welcome seems to be natural, but it seems that it is still so difficult for him to rediscover and feel what is wrong and what should not be on the road of life, and there is something there to feel the wrong in the palm of his hand again.

On the road of life, there are always too many uncertainties, because in the midst of that wrongness, she suddenly found out, suddenly found out that she was careless, she had ignored too many opportunities that could have been fought for in her carelessness and carelessness, and this time, she was so like she couldn't find any opportunities.

It's just repeated, but it's so hard and it's like finding difficulties and struggling to increase one after another, only to suddenly find that everything seems to be much less.

Or maybe they are too careless, carelessly only caring about their own emotions, and how can other people's emotions scare themselves so easily.

In that constant and mechanical accumulation, it was a mechanical superposition of difficulty and pain, and in the pain of that superposition, in that pain what kind of new hope was being found, although she felt so broken, and what kind of general inability to give up.

When there are good people who have something by your side and follow you closely. If it was just like someone had said it, she would probably have become such a guy who didn't do a good job, but in the pain of that Tongbai, there was something difficult.

Even in the fragility of the blank in his mind, how hurt and destroyed it was, in the midst of such pain, in such various pressures and a lot of work, in the face of the girl next to him suddenly blocked his eyes, it was he who spread out his hands and motioned for her to take a look. When everyone hasn't realized that everything is going on and what's not going on, it's crazy and at a loss.

There is a sudden trance of a moment, a trance between the confusion, a trance between what is well-behaved, and there is so much pain with a lot of work.

There is a bear, there to find what kind of strong road, although it is lonely, but it is also so much not to give up, try not to give up, and the last of not giving up, is still a vague blank is difficult to find.

What kind of empty melancholy it would be, what was something that could not be seen clearly between each other, although the problem seemed to be the problem between each other, and what was there had to be so slowly far away.

What kind of heart does you have, what kind of love you have, or is it so much that love is just a game that will be used by others, and you have to use it so much that you can't chase it, and you can't chase it, and you can't chase it, and that kind of weak little girl is just crying there, but you have to look back and see that it's a wall, a high wall that blocks thousands of mountains and rivers and is difficult to go out.

The indefinite life will be so blank in definition, it will be so bitter and happy, it is difficult to understand without real pain, and if it is a real understanding, it will still be so twitching.

Still so in the twitching and shaking of the tips of the fingers, helpless and seemingly rushing, but so in the midst of this vague soul and soul of reason, then suddenly I sighed softly, as if I had let out a gentle breath, and then, as if I had died of exhaustion.