That wound, it's beautiful ... amazing.
That wound was beautiful ... with good memories in pain.
That wound, it's beautiful ...-always hesitating.
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Always think that what you can't get is the most precious, because you believe that distance produces beauty.
Only when you lose it can you know how to cherish it. It's heartbreaking.
Cruel facts are like puppets.
Smile hard, I'm really tired. ...
Darkness covered the haggard and drugged the smell of cigarettes.
Dizzy feeling, the dancing figure: who is it? -
In bud, before flowering, in the rain.
Only a solitary branch fluttered alone, painful, sad and beautiful. ...
Giving up is also a kind of beauty, and liberation can really be described as passing clouds. ...
Arrogant eagle, flying alone, overlooking the rivers and the earth.
Facing the strong wind, I fought for the blue sky, and the heights were too cold, and I was drunk alone.
Spend a full moon night, that dream, very beautiful. ...
Painful memories, that kind of injury, are beautiful. ...
Surfing against the current is timeless and beautiful. ...
There is no better way than to accept the unchangeable fact.
I inject reality into my dreams. Poor life is too short and life is too long. ...
The reason why people suffer lies in the pursuit of excess.
I have been looking forward to it, hoping that one day, I can ignore those sorrows.
Ignore those trivial troubles and leave with pain.
I am smiling. I can see them laughing like fireworks.
What's behind the smile? -I can't see. I'm lost.
I tried not to let my eyes see the sadness, but I forgot.
They never left me, and they don't want anyone to know about me.
I don't want to know anyone. I just think it was an accident and I will live a good life.
Everything will be fine, yes: everything will be fine, and there is a beginning and an end.
I am not a gloomy child, but I have despair inside. I always hide, I know.
I always tell others to be happy. -What about me? -
Standing on the street corner in confusion, asking where happiness is going.
We are all smiling, even if we are injured, we are as beautiful as fireworks.
She cried, and she said:
At the end of life, you are smiling and the one who loves you is crying. -
At the end of love, you are a smiling person who loves you. ...
People, until scarred, will understand what is regret and what is giving up. From reality to emptiness, from gathering to scattering. -
We've been learning to forget all our lives ...-It hurts, it really hurts. ...
I never regret knowing you, as long as I can love you forever.
I just want to engrave your appearance in my heart forever, and I think I can do it. ...