Why does a good investigation turn into a negotiation?

I have no way of knowing......

The sky is too vast for me, time is too fast for me, and the infinite words converge into a whirlpool is the emptiness of knowing nothing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The distant moon whispered softly, weaving the ebb and flow of the tide with a voice that no one could hear.

Let the world start to jolt.

The light floating in such an endless stream, the dream in front of us is too vast for human beings.

The current horizon is too narrow......

Human beings float between heaven and earth like a leaf of grass and reeds, and they are just extremely small beings in this world.

What do you want to save?

Or do you want to wake up and write something......

Maybe it's never so easy, if anyone in this world comes to this world just because they are loved.

I think this must be a lie.

It's just that people don't want to demolish him, but hypocritically nail it to the head.

Why......

Can't you even get even the slightest comfort?

Even if it's such a simple craving?

Or will the world reject it again and again?

Is the world really so cruel?

I do not know......

What I do know is that even if you want to love someone so clearly, such love is difficult to express.

When you see a man covered in dirt with a dead expression, as if he is about to die, I feel compassion in my heart.

But what about such behavior?

What kind of hands should we use to accomplish what you have in mind?

People learn to say no......

Such rejection is not only for those who are loved, but also for those who are loved.

The word "we" always seems to be just a question sentence.

The world has never been created by others, but by our own hands.

Are you kidding?

Do you know what you said......

For those who have always been alone......

We lost so much from the beginning......

Why......

I still believe so persistently that a better tomorrow will still come.

The wind kept accumulating, and as I walked on the street, I felt the wind in my body constantly puffing up my clothes and flying in the wind.

It was the self on the glass that began to shake at the beating, trembling in the swaying wind.

I......

Stretching out his hand and stroking the glass, he looked at the figure on the closet, and his pale face didn't know how to describe it.

Trying to squeeze out a smile......

But the pale smile seems to be always so sad.

What can I do?

What is the justification for such an action?

Is it because you want to protect something?

Or is there some great hatred waiting for you.

Maybe it's only the remnants in the bottom of my heart, where I once existed out of reach.

Is the flow of people in this world of tens of thousands of people densely concentrated together in order to allow us to communicate more with each other?

But at the same time as the distance is closer, why is the distance of the heart so far away?

The train kept starting to bump, and the scenery of the past flew away, and it always seemed that I could vaguely see that face slowly laughing at myself there.

Under the bright car lights, I had already begun to blur my vision.

People sit in the carriage in twos and threes, and people either fall asleep or start thinking about everything in their own world.

You may soon be at your destination.

It seems that it has long been irrelevant why I am here.

How much have I lost, and what will I have from now on?

The scenery without any hope is disgusting.

In the midst of the noise of the busy sea of people, what kind of posture do I use to survive in this world?

I do not know......

It's just that majestic feeling of suffocation that makes me start to struggle weakly step by step.

With that danger coming, a world of despair descends upon us.

I was determined to change that......

However......

What do I see again?

The word companion is too far away for me......

Humans come together for something, but not for nothing.

If you tell someone that you want to change something, they will think that you have ulterior motives.

If he told someone that he would have more thoughts when he got closer.

If a person wants to communicate with another, they need to have something in common, and only then can they decide to gather in a group.

A group of people who have no reason at all, it is impossible to be together.

And such existence also says that I am lonely, I am lonely.

Such words......

I want to seek unreasonable feelings, but I want to live safely in common sense.

As if everything would be as it would be......

Why is this happening?

Maybe it's just jealousy, because there is something unfair in this world, called blood.

Bloodline, derived from the seemingly noble existence, people call it family affection.

These existences that are linked by blood may only be because a person is developed and begins to use this as a bond to begin to establish an existence of wealth and sharing.

Vast resources are slowly being divided by beings that have been built up one by one......

In the past, as a slave owner, then as a nobleman, as a child of a family, and then as a capital family......

I really wanted to be one of them......

But what if someone does change all that?

Our existence is only so small......

In other words, what can be done with such a difficult success?

Our sacrifice may be so insignificant......

But is it really true that those who lie at home and sleep profusely, and those who do not want to make progress, can so easily obtain what they have tested in the sea of blood?

Is it just like this to distribute something like this to someone else?

Are you kidding?

Where were you when my hands trembled in the midst of the fire?

Just because of fear?

Just because of the fear in the heart?

It's so easy and simple to betray everything you believe in.

And such an existence wants to say that he is very lonely......

Right...... That's not me...... That's not me......

That's not me......

……

The humanity of this country, is not worth changing......

Maybe......

The person who was wrong in the first place was myself......

Maybe......

Such an idea should not have been conceived in the first place......

If......

Time goes back in time......

Maybe......