A man worships what he has.
Always tell yourself that no one will deny that the world is mine after all.
I always tell myself: no one denies that the world is mine in the end.
There are always some children in this world who are unloved, but I love them.
There are always some loveless children in the world, but I love them. (no love
Also refers to
Not to be loved
-
Webster's College English Dictionary 13 Edition)
Every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.
Every stroke seems to record his love through thousands of years.
Open the real door and draw a sad beginning.
Open the door of truth for the beginning of suffering.
As long as you have your own place, it's all heaven.
Where I am is heaven.
I am not afraid of difficulties, and difficulties are also afraid of me.
As long as I am not afraid of trouble, trouble is afraid of me.
Don't sigh. Every sigh will make you less confident.
Don't sigh. The more you sign, the more confidence you lose.
Always remind yourself that I can do anything.
I keep reminding myself that I am omnipotent.
As long as I read his name, I will feel that I can really become strong, very, very strong.
As long as I pronounce his name, I will become strong.
Large tracts of manzhu shahua. Day after day, they become stronger and sadder.
The red spider lily is endless. Day after day, they get denser and sadder.
Manjusri Shahua is a sin. Beautiful and enchanting, despite despair, it still exudes the fragrance of poppies.
this
red
Spider; Spider-like objects; Star wheel; Cross; Connecting handle; crosshead
lily
symbol
Sin.
Beautiful,
charming
although
Despair,
they
spread
Poppy scent.
Just like a simple wish and an impossible oath when I was a child. It's like you're on the other side and I'm on this side.
Just like young people's naive wishes and promises that can never be fulfilled, just like you.
I am separated by the eternal river.
The world is dancing. I prayed for the destruction of moths.
The world is dancing. I pray for the destruction of despair.
The bell is hoarse, ringing from the square tower and moaning in the air, like a sigh from a distant world. The breeze is blowing,
Knocking heavily on the heavy glass window is like playing an ancient elegy.
this
Rough
clock
echo
Sadly
from
this
square
tower
be like
if
it
come
from
a
world
Far away.
The aimless breeze beat against the heavy glass windows, as if playing an ancient elegy.
A burst of noise and cheers behind him echoed under the grand dome of the temple and in the smoke of the imperial city. Boiling land of Skyquake, dragon.
Long and far away, just like a blessing at a wedding, the bell of happiness in the century rings.
noise
and
acclaim
Behind; trail
resound
Deafening
under
this
shelter
dome
therein
this
Fuzzy
The clouds in the capital are like happy wedding bells at the turn of the century.
Everything in the world of mortals has disappeared, coming from chaos.
He came out of the chaos and the world behind him gradually disappeared.
Greed? This is human nature. Since there is, why not face it?
Greed? This is part of human nature. Why don't you face it?
You own it?
Perfect world, imperfect soul.
A perfect world full of imperfect souls.
The meaning of freedom is never to say sorry.
Freedom means never having to apologize.
In this world, betrayal is only a matter of time.
Betrayal will come sooner or later.