It can be regarded as the story of a music-loving student and an art student
The young man said:
You know, I don't like painting at all, just like you don't like music, but this is fate, so why not treat you as me and you treat me as you, then we will both do what we like.
I don't have any orientation. If you like me, you like me, and if you love me, I love you. It has nothing to do with whether you are a boy or a girl, tall, short, fat, or thin. Well, it has something to do with your face. After all, you have food and sex.
You are like thin clouds floating in the blue sky, which makes people have to look at you more quickly, for fear that they will be blown away by a gust of wind.
There was a cold fog all around me, so I longed to see the sun, but when I did see it, I was like an animal deep in its lair, afraid of being burned by the heat.
This mole is artificial. Have you ever seen a mole made out of a fight?
You have not lost a leg, but you have lost a heart, a heart that lives for yourself.
If a song is about a person, then one note should be a throbbing, and it doesn't matter if the song ends, everyone who sings the song will continue to throb.
Looking down from the top of the building, the world is very well disciplined. Where cars should drive and which way people should take are all arranged. But in such a proper world, everyone walking on the road has his or her own not-so-proper life.
I don't believe that people have souls, but I believe that she loves me every second of her life.
Young people should not have dreams, all these should be called ideals.
Don't bully young people into being poor. I should add another sentence after this, don't bully young people into being crazy. The edges and corners are all disguise.
Intention: Life is about falling down and getting up again and again.