3 I want to go back to my childhood, I want to go back to the past, and I seem to go back,

You don't have to face a lot of difficulties, you don't have to face a lot of hardships and tribulations.

I will always be timid in it, facing fear and difficulties and surprises, and feeling a kind of fear in it,

It seems that there is no way to go forward in it, as if it is in it that it is impossible to move forward,

It's like being in the middle of it and not being able to go any further,

On that difficult road to walk forward,

It is the general space that was confused,

It seems to be a white mist in a daze,

In that white mist, it seemed to be pitch black,

It seems to be in the white fog and darkness,

The road of life seems to have come to an end there,

It's as if it's at the end of the day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What kind of persecution will be there,

And in the midst of it he was forced to go outward,

And there they were forced to look outward,

I feel a strangeness there,

I felt the thinness of one's power in that, too,

In it, you will feel that a person in the crowd seems to be difficult to approach,

And it seems to be in that small and narrow world,

There is many, many confusions, and in the midst of that confusion and uneasiness,

It seems that there is something there that has come to an end,

It's like walking to the edge of life and the cliff and the end.

Whatever is possible or impossible there,

Is there to exist, or is it going to die, who is there,

There seems to be no choice for what is there.

It's a torture that has no choice, as if it's going to be spent there,

Something calm, something there is just there silently dodging,

and quietly dissolved into nothingness in it,

Something panting in the nothingness,

Right there, exhausted and panting,

It's tired and tired,

It seems that in the midst of that pain and pain,

It's as if death has become the only way.

Maybe there will be no way to get close to what kind of light,

It's like you can't find a light source,

It seems that the warmth of the light cannot be found there,

It's always going to be thin there,

It will also seem lifeless in it, it will seem lifeless,

will be in that slow wear, powerless to slack off something,

It seems that something has been completely laid down there,

It's as if you've put down your own self-defense weapon,

And laying down his weapon is like letting go of a kind of attack and defense that belongs to life itself.

I want to find cooperation there, but I can't seem to find cooperation in it.

It seems that I can't find cooperation there for a long time,

It's as if I haven't been able to get any kind of cooperation in it.

What kind of union is lost in that life, what exists there must be lost forever,

and it seems that there is nothing that can no longer be helped, and it seems that there is something completely disordered in it,

Many, many things, and it seems that there are things that are starting to become distant, more and more distant,

It's as if there's something far away and unapproachable.

What kind of indifference, and what kind of tranquility,

What kind of warmth and what can't be found,

What suddenly became very difficult there,

It's as if something is no longer possible in it,

It's like there's something impossible.

Many, many things seem to be out there that they can't make choices and answers.

It also seems that there will be a lot of things in that that seem overwhelming there,

It also seems that it can't be parried, and what can't be parried, just raised its eyes there and looked for it,

It's an empty search, and it's also in the empty search,

In that confusion, something was lost.

It's going to be empty in it, and it's going to be very sad in it, sad something,

It's also something that struggles, not what you want to find, you can easily find,

It's like after trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and still can't find anything,

But there he was, on the contrary, only to realize that he was already there, exhausted, as if he would collapse and die immediately and completely in the next moment.

There is something that can be sure there,

In that affirmation, there seems to be something vague, and there seems to be something very vague and vague in it.

What kind of control will you hate in there,

In that control, you will feel a kind of helplessness and helplessness,

It's a very vague, very ambiguous way to do it.

The way that has disappeared is also there like a shadow that has disappeared,

What is there there sincerely,

It seems to be there that with the movement of the trajectory of time,

It's getting more and more sincere there,

But what kind of love is there in that sincerity,

What kind of emotions and emotions are changing there,

It is something that is slowly and changing and disappears in that silence.

That's a kind of noise, and what kind of uneasiness will be produced in that noise,

It's an uneasy timidity, but also an uneasy loneliness and loneliness,

What you want to see, what you want to chase, is also in that chase,

It seemed that he had found some kind of object, and it seemed to be the object he was looking for.

But he became cowardly, confused and confused in the face of his goal.

He's just there to be something impossibly real,

What is impossible also seems to be something that cannot be believed there,

It's like I can't believe it.

There is a kind of urging, but also a kind of oppression,

I also feel a kind of control in it,

It's like there's endless control,

It's as if it's constantly swaying between living and breathing,

And I can't find anything in that wavering,

In the midst of the unfound, I will feel the pain and hardship of the struggle,

In the midst of the pain and hardship of that struggle, I feel that I can't get any understanding,

I feel that I can't get a reasonable explanation in this world,

or a reasonable or suitable accommodation.

That kind of is like being incompatible with this world,

In the midst of that rupture, I felt a kind of pain,

Also in the broken scars, I deeply felt a kind of distant and distant something,

It's as if in that deep suffering a kind of no longer approachable,

What kind of inquiry and general guarding that are hard to find anymore.