"If you die, I will cry Eurasia into the next Pacific Ocean." - Shine Xiaoliang
"Sometimes, poetry and illusion have the same meaning, but illusion makes people sad, while poetry anesthetizes people." - Yi Die
"Time is like a fast-moving train. We can't catch up with the last train. We are stuck at the starting point and at a loss." - Shine Xiaoliang
"In the end, I am not like a butterfly. I am just a caterpillar, and the one with no one to comfort me. I hide in a dark shell and cannot see the sun. When it rains, I am washed away by the rain. I don't know where I will be washed. I hope that I can be washed to a warmer place, but often, I just float along the current into a ditch." - Yi Die.
"Outside, it is the early autumn sky, the leaves of early autumn, and the pedestrians in early autumn are a little tired. The wind has picked up the dust, and the dust has fallen elsewhere, scattered and messy. In the distance, very far away, there are trees and scenery, unchanged trees and unchanged scenery. Different dusts are inhabited every second, and every dust particle seems to be crying." - Shine Xiaoliang
"Living this kind of life is the simplest and fastest way to survive, but the cost is huge, and it often lasts a lifetime. Indulgence overdraws the body, and the body decays and ages with the passage of time. The spirit will not be forgiven, and will be nailed to the cross of regret and subjected to all kinds of ridicule. The bloody skirt in the first half of life is destined to mean that Jiang Hanyueque will be left out in the cold in the future." - Yi Die
Promises are like fallen leaves
hovering, then disappearing
The missing time is called an instant
The story comes to an end
You and I are drifting apart, how can I write the rest of the plot?
Right and wrong fade with time, I see across the horizon
Can't see your appearance
It rained all night, soaking everything
Tears finally blurred my vision
I owe you an apology
Wandering in a deserted street
Struggling in a world without you
A butterfly that turns into a withered leaf, a broken thread
A few lonely stars, crying in the moonless night
Fall with me, fall into the winter buried in snow
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