The beauty of nature has always been abundant and dignified, solemn and self-possessed, like a kind of order, a kind of principle.
He sighed softly, perhaps we are all people who cannot give each other a future. Perhaps we have already lost the ability to love and be loved, becoming two disabled figures ruined by time.
If there were no tears, the heart would be a dried-up lake.
Those who truly need to find me will seek me through every means. But in fact, in this world, there is no person who absolutely must be found, or a thing that absolutely must be done. — Annie Baby, "Years of Flowers"
Sometimes I just sit on the windowsill, curling up my bare feet, tilting my face slightly.
Through this incident, I realized: only after an argument can you truly see a person. Only then can you clearly understand their true character.
I do not believe that social animals who always have a crowd of friends around them are free from loneliness deep in their hearts. Genuine and profound feelings never have a lively exterior.
Writing a letter in water, it disappears as you write. Believe in the water; it knows everything but does not require strong proof. — Annie Baby, "Sleeping in the Void"
Once life is exhibited, it becomes distorted and changes flavor. There are already too many actors around.
The clear wind and moon of the world are like a silent manifestation.