Chapter 162: Happiness Walks Through (3)

(3) The magic of love

Ahem, dear, hear your compliments

I'm not going to be in paradise

Hear your invective

Honestly, hell doesn't have to go anymore

Listening to your songs is like magic

All 206 bones were smoked

I once said that there could never be music that could move me

Seeing your message is like magic

Every muscle and every cell trembled

I once said that no words would move me

Do you have honey in your mouth?

No, you say, I smoke

Only smoke can stop me from thinking about you

I think the tobacco is made of rue

Every wisp is a refreshing fragrance

Do you have a spring breeze on your face?

No, you say—great sorrow, dead heart

All my blood and tears have been shed

I think your heart is made of crystal

Exquisitely clear can illuminate the vulgarity of the world

Ahem, dear, I know you're under magic

You said I work 28 hours a day on holidays, and I'm so tired that I want to die

You're going to have to pay me a Belle Franc, a woman like you

A money-hungry, lustful, and cheeky woman like me is out of print

I think the magic of love has ruined you and me

You are online, I know you are unhappy, you need me, I want me to be online when you need me, but I say that it would be good for you to be offline early, delaying me to write poems for you. In fact, you don't need poetry anymore, you are greedy, we are incompatible, and it will be outrageous after a long time.

You're offline, I know you're still not going to be happy, maybe you're invisible, maybe you're smoking, "I'm used to being alone, listening to music quietly, drinking tea, smoking cigarettes, thinking about you stupidly." ”

Who can resist someone who says they want to give you their life?

I found myself really becoming more and more like a witch, and I was talking all the cool things.

I know very well and remember the warnings of the people who came over: there are many good men, but there are very few men who want to live with you.

I don't know, why can you type out those scary words, and exchange your future life for ten years of dependence? No, it is unimaginable for me to face the second half of my life alone after ten years, I can't do without you, I will go with you, don't be like this! It is my dream to live a long time, you have to accompany me, I want you to accompany me, and promise me not to have those stupid thoughts again.

We're going to live a long life together, promise me!

I complained to my ancestors: someone insisted on witnessing that I was bad.

The ancestors said, "You have humiliated him with your innocence!" You must be honest and courageous, and in a long time there will be no room for anyone to say that you are wrong. If the sound of the huqin is comparable, how can it be twisted by the violinist.

But I don't want to be innocent, I want to be bad with him. I'm not afraid of people saying I'm wrong, I just want him, I just want him. I said reverently before Allah before the Buddha and before Christ: Give me sin, I want only Him.

When I beg for happiness, I always get wisdom: maybe one day he will also "habitually" listen to the words of another more powerful bad person, that is, the old house is on fire and cannot be saved! Therefore, we should break the superstition of authority and cultivate the ability of independent thinking and judgment in children from an early age. Only in this way, when someone tickles the sleeping devil in his heart with a feather, he will be wise enough to let the angel's wings soothe the devil to sleep again, and make people's hearts return to reason.

Reason cannot overcome the magic of love, but time will take away a qiē. I never reached out to grab anything because I never moved my position, I was like a tree and he said me too, we are all plants.