Small and fresh sentences in literature and art

Bury a city and turn off all the lights.

You are an indelible memory in my heart.

Don't impose things that don't belong to me.

Fish are not afraid of water, but tears.

My world is not everything.

What do you want me to do, say, and not be sad?

Let me hide in the corner and breathe quietly.

Is Na Pianhai still there?

I love myself and have no rival in love.

You said the sea was black.

As long as you are not here, I will be fine.

I guessed the beginning, but I couldn't guess the result.

I gave myself the warmth of the whole world.

I don't want to be sad, I don't want to cry, I don't want to be sad.

Can't change my past, my past.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year.

The swaying dance of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.

I watch the sunset at the seaside, snuggle up on a pillow, but I can't swim out of memories, but I can't let go. How can I get there?

Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.

Hide in the doomed street and walk through the water under the bridge with a smile.

The city injured under the eyelashes passed by whose scenery and whose heart.

When the light silence dies, you open an acquisition shop and wait for the forgotten cape skylight.

The witch's kiss spell came for the first time, and the wet oath went out. I sat on the sea mending the net, and you fell on the bottom of the sea to sing the song of Dai Yue.

Waiting for a person or a story.

Swim across a world, a life and death.

Who did you sing the end of that song about us to?

Whose city is the gorgeous erotic thread of your palm wrapped around? Laughing and laughing.

Write love as the immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you cross the ice and snow?

Carving our story on the weathered gable made passers-by cry when they saw it.

Who are you, the pen-tip boy who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.

It takes a thousand years to love you and ten thousand years to forget you.

Who has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of your eye and completed your prosperous life,

Who did you give a rock-breaking, shocking and empty joy?

Love songs in the next life, I'll leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are or the king above.

The dazzling display in the window is the vivid light of the lost years.

That love song is about romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

A player enters a painting for life.

Beauty, like flowers as soon as possible, is no match for water.

Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending for our story.

Is there anyone to help you collect the passing scenery?

I parted the thorns in the memory of flying snow, but in which dictionary did you interpret the transformation?

Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending for our story.

Irish snow, Turkish blue, Moscow tears. I collect them in the small sun, sunny days and smiles.

Persian Gulf Sea, Vienna Hall, Arabian Legend. I wrote them down in a thick photo album. And seven powders and the princess.

Perfect to cover up the sadness.

For whom to sing farewell songs, for whom to say love words, and for whom to write the world.

Who smiles and pretends not to be sad?

Put the drunken tomorrow on the strings of Pandora, and use the rest of your life to fake heaven and earth.

Is it the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation?

In whose era and in whose world.

It was a prosperous time, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

There are so many lonely people suffering.

Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.

Did I ever tell you that love is my unchanging belief? Did I ever tell you that love means keeping someone in your heart forever?

Listen to your favorite songs quietly. People you like, far away.

I have a process and an ending, and I feel greedy if I pester myself again.

Sadness is self-inflicted, happiness is yours.

A woman who is afraid of cold must have a cold heart.

What we are defending is a disaster that is hastily refuted, and an illusion that can't be beaten in a lifetime.

Walking alone in the sea, there is no return, and first frost is full.

If a pair of eyes shed tears for me, I would like to believe this sad life again.

The story of the star is to walk with you in the sea of people, but it won't make you get lost.

Miao Man, stuck between her tongues, wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.

The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears and the song is euphemistic.

Complex experience carved deep lines in my eyes, and I turned to carve a flower.

I sing with my bare hands and you play Chopin, but I am blind.

I have been wandering for so long, but I don't want to go home. Because you are not at home, I will never have a home.

I am not afraid to let you hear those gossips that are entangled in the middle of the night, and I am not afraid to let the whole world hear them. I'm afraid you'll hear and believe.

As long as there is a view in my heart, where is the fragrance of flowers?

In those years of prosperity and reluctance to take a curtain call, an eternal flower bloomed.

Pawn in the next life, and be passionate with you in the next life.

Love you, give you all the good things in my life, and then leave, let the kaleidoscope illuminate your eyes.

Roses have no fragrance, miss a person, miss a wound, don't cry and don't talk.

On the right side of happiness, it is barren.

Always do two things over and over again, love him and protect him.

Shh, my injury just fell asleep.

Just give up the ideal city for him and go to the dawn of an unknown life and death.

I want to see a grand fashion show. I want to keep wishing until things change quickly, until I get close to your smiling face.

The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

How many streets have you walked and how many times will you think of me?

Repeated forbearance and repeated concessions brought lies to the banquet.

Some people say that memory is a bridge, but it leads to a lonely prison.

I have gone through all my sorrows, and the saddest thing is that you didn't come to the end. I have gone through all despair, and the most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point.

Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you and never have a chance to see your smile again.

You and I are strangers, and it is a blessing to meet.

I hope to meet you and myself at a beautiful street corner.

If you give me a glitz, I will make you blossom everywhere.

He looked at me from a distance, his eyes as distant and sad as rainy days.

Our flame will ignite the whole world.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

When we were young, we cried and laughed. When we grew up, we laughed and cried.

I have always been superficial, but I have deep feelings.

Mandarin ducks and butterflies leaned quietly on both sides of the window, and they flew away-Phyl's red line.

Mourning the grass and setting the sun, half the city is willow and half the flute.

Waste green wax is like a ruby, full of clothes and no memories.

I wish you were dead, wandering from place to place.

I lost my memory.

Living in this precious world, the water waves are gentle and the sun is strong-Haizi

See the world clearly and love it-romain rolland.

For a long time, we were presumptuous and perverse.

After that, it was over, and everything was just a flowering process.

Love is a curse, and we will all become demons. -"The Long Winter"

Under such redemption, life continues with dignity.

Years destroy youth year after year.

I miss when I was seventeen, I stopped on my bike.

Missing is a ritual, and real memories are born.

To have the simplest life and the farthest dream, even if it is freezing, the road is a dead end.

The sun is still far away, but at last there is the sun.

In our time, what we lose is a kind of mood.

True loneliness is very real.

I hate it when you fill my summer like this.

You must have had a hard time.

It's all destiny takes a hand. It's all destiny takes a hand.

Fighting against an instant for a long time, sadness is refined into transparency.

My left hand is an unforgettable firefly, and my right hand is a long meditation for ten years.

Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Candlelight flickered on the deserted ground.

Life is a gorgeous robe full of lice-Zhang Ailing.

Endurance is good, there is no worry without love.

The wind is lingering, listening to the fallen flowers all night.

Missed, not wrong, but in the past-in April.

Spread the years on the red carpet and witness our limits.

If we all lose our heads, who will remember the distant past?

Love as if you have never been hurt.

Just like a girl, because she doesn't love you, everything you do is wrong. Because she doesn't love you, everything is wrong.

A lotus flower, passing through Tang Yingying.

Today, I will say goodbye to you forever.

It's just a brief glimpse of youth, but I tried to blackmail you with it and let you show a kind of sadness.

I will wait for you in front, green summer in three thousand years.

Fighting against a family is just a child's game, and fighting against a world is the power of the devil.

On the throne of the abandoned family, only the king and the king embraced for warmth.

You only have these things, even if they are not as much as others, or even rubbish, you don't want to lose them, do you? I don't want anything.

I hate it when people take things that belong to me. I will personally get back everything I lost.

The long summer has passed and the years are quiet.

Flowers covered by years become blank after a white horse.