导读：1、我就在阳光下融化了，手里那本书成了无花果树叶子。 I melted in the sun, the book became a fig tree leaves. 2、我在想野牛和天使，在想颜料持久的秘密，预言家的十四行诗，艺术的避难所。
I melted in the sun, the book became a fig tree leaves.
I think the buffalo and the angel, in secret to durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.
I love you, I am a monster, but I love you.
Don't cry, I'm sorry, you must understand, I am sorry to deceive you so much, but this is life.
The moral feeling of human nature is an obligation, and we must endow the soul with the sense of beauty.
I touched the pain in my chest. It was the place where she had one or two times in my hair.
I now think of aurochs and angels, think of the secrets of durable pigments, think of the prophetic sonnets, think of art of the sanctuary.
He tore my heart, but you broke my life.
I'm thinking of bison and angels, paint enduring secret prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. This is what I think of, I can share with you forever, my Lolita.
In a moment, we frantically, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly fell in love and hopeless, I must add that; because of mutual possession frantic only by actual sucking, fusion per molecule of each other's soul and flesh, can calm down.
Not only do we live in the world of thought, but also in the world of matter.
But I love her. She could fade and wither, how can; but I just look at her, all the tenderness, Chung on the heart.
My heart is bursting with love's pain.
She will grow old, but I don't care. Just to see her, love will still be in my heart.
I looked at her, looked and looked, the former is coquettish, now only bones ". Pale, bloated, mixed vulgar, belly flesh of others. But I love her, she can fade, fade, how can. But as I look at her, love in my heart.
You in the mottled sunlight every move one step, all seems to be in my despicable body inside the most hidden, the most sensitive string on the dial ring.
She would fade and wither, do, but as long as I look at her, love will be in my heart.
Meaningless empty talk.
Are the girls in this age limit all sexy girls? Certainly not. Otherwise, those of us who are familiar with this, we the lonely traveler, we these addiction color is greedy for a flower. Wouldn't that be long gone insane.
Whenever I look back to their youth, like the days when is the snowstorm in the morning of white snow, like the winds were blowing away from me.