The scorching sun can't dispel the cold of the cold wind, and you are no longer the person in my heart.

The marks left by the nib of the pen are shallow and weak after all.

The dirt between my fingernails is a testament to my life.

I have a great conversation with you, and I can't help but want more, but I have to back down and watch you illuminate others.

I didn't wait for you, but because my shoes got into the stones, and my feet hurt, like the pain in my heart.

The green hat brings a touch of color to the gray life.

The scar on my left hand is a sign that I once loved you, and the scar on my heart is a sign that I don't love myself.

Black never fears the light, because the light cannot last forever.

The nail cover is rubbish, just because it is out of my body.

The color of the blood is not red, but black.

I can still say goodbye to you when I cry, but I don't want to, so I smile and say goodbye to you and the world.

A millimeter of distance is no longer a distance, and there are thousands of millimeters between us.

The purple portal, if it can take me to the valley where lavender blooms, is to stay for an afternoon, and I am willing.

That's what bored people love it.

In addition to roundness, there is also squareness.

In the end, I lost you, or did you lose me.

Tears don't come for no reason, just like love has never been called "love at first sight".

In my fantasy, I met you early, just waiting for the moment I met you, to behave calmly, so that you can't see my thoughts.

My heart is not big, I can only fit one person, and the rest can only be left in my head.

The person who asked me the question, do you already have the answer yourself?

I could have left this world if I wanted to, but whether I wanted it or not, I had come to this world.

When my stomach is upset, I hope no one bothers me, and when I squat on the toilet, I wish I could be free.

The aging face hides a young heart, and that must be the most hypocritical person.

I cried and shouted in exchange for an even more unacceptable result.

The eternal things don't need me to think about anymore, just like the question of who I am.

Shaking my legs, I got a lot of relief.

White is a lot less colourful than black, isn't it?

I didn't even remember what I was told to say, and if you knew the result, why waste your tongue.

Take a break, and it's tomorrow.

The unbearable pain is originally a description of the degree of pain, but it is just an exaggeration.

The aging process of the eyes is the color that sees the world.

At lunchtime, I lost my appetite, and after lunch, I felt a little hungry.