Replace the word love with the word cat:
Love shakes its head and sneaks into your arms,
Warm like a cat.
If anyone is not liberated from his own memory, he cannot be regarded as a truly free person.
Pastoral Sacrifice of the Dead
I push you away indefinitely, just to hold you infinitely in my arms.
From the poem I wrote, a cat ran out and disappeared from the shadow. From that day on, my love sinuses began to open.
"I Make a Cat"
The most distant place in the world is one's own heart. How many times have it been shut down since birth? Whenever I think of this, people get old.
Fragment Handbook
Tears are the smallest sea of man-made.
By the way, the top three works I selected for Christie are "Roger's Doubt", "No One Survives" and "Murder on the Orient Express". The fact that the narrator of "Roger's Doubt" is actually the murderer overturns the common sense of speculative fiction, and the whole story is full of unexpected plots; "No One Survives" is the masterpiece of the Murder Series of the Nursery Rhyme of Mother Goose; and "Murder on the Orient Express" is a killer, which is a strange idea.
The Library of Illusions
I push you away infinitely, just to hold you in my arms infinitely.
Collecting is an exclusivity. William Wheeler's film Butterfly Spring Dream depicts a lonely young man who collects butterflies. He believes that a butterfly is the embodiment of a certain maiden, so he captures the butterfly and locks it in an insect cage in the basement, hoping to monopolize the butterfly. Wheeler's theme is clearly presented here: "collecting" equals "exclusive", and collecting is a compensatory act of sexual repression.
To love a hundred women with only one expression, and to love the same woman with a hundred expressions, the difference does not seem so big.
Will love the word,
And cat this word is replaced.
"That moonlit night, since I saw a love horse on the tin roof,
I'm totally for you to fall into the cat 〉 I said.
Then pour the brandy into the cup,
Love immediately shook his beard next to him.
《Noun》
If Spring dies, there is no suitable tomb to bury her.
How sad morning
How poignant the night
It's all over
Life always ends
Only the sea will not end
When you feel sad
Go see the sea
When one is lonely
Shuji Terayama's Collected Poems
When you feel sad, go to the sea. From the return of the old bookstore, to see the sea. If you are sick, go to the sea. On the morning of poverty in your heart, go to see the sea. yes! Oh the sea! Huge shoulders and broad chest! How sad the morning, how miserable the night, when it ends. When life will end, but the sea will not end. When you feel sad, go to the sea. When you are lonely alone, go to the sea.
Everything that disappears is just a metaphor.
Gravity is actually a force that makes everything in the universe attract to each other, something that is both lonely and lonely.
Unrequited love is also a form of love. The object is the imagination.
Umidha is the smallest sea made by people.
tears
It is man who can make it
The smallest ocean
I think no matter who they are, even as mothers, they don't realize this—when they punish others, people always think that they are God's agents