Magic City Classic Quotations

1. In the decade that is no longer coming back, the heavy snow covers the pure white singer. The memory goes all the way north, north, singing black songs and white soul songs. Ten years when I can't come back, I take you back to the initial sleep and return to all hopes that have never been opened. I am here.

2. I don’t know when I was dying, the condensed sky would be so bleak, and the sorrow of the snowbird screamed and slanted away, I saw your face appear on the pale blue sky, so I laughed, because I saw you, happy like a child who grew up.

3. A huge snowbird flew across the sky. When I looked up, it shouted loudly and then flew to the higher sky.

4. I have always thought back to countless times, the snowy winter, the broken clouds in the city and the rising sun that never appeared. Your shoulders are stretched out for a whole summer. I can't see the end.

5. Butterfly Che, have you thought about flying to the sky to have a look? I want to know if the clouds are full of cherry blossoms, or if they are full of dead souls.

6. The glory and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, like the clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, passing by, the warmth is like a spring, I have no hope, I only want you to be happy, not sad.

7. The fragrance of the moment can be eternal and eternal.

8. On the days when the black wind blows, in the days when the snow-capped birds are sorrowful, in the days when the red lotus blooms and the cherry blossoms are lost, in the smile that you look down, in the millennium of time and the gap, I always Tears flowed. Because I always think of you all the time. Is this the cruelest and gentlest imprisonment?

9. In the decade that is no longer coming back, the snow covered the white singer. The memory goes all the way north, north, singing black songs and white soul songs. Ten years when I can't come back, I take you back to the initial sleep and return to all hopes that have never been opened. I am here.

10. The pupil is dark red, so the world sinks into the dusk. The hair is silvery white, and then the heavens rise to dawn. Countless birds left, and endless snow came back. I know that you are standing behind me, standing quietly behind, lit a whole heavy building.

11. The body temperature gradually cools along the heart through the veins, leaving a heartbeat and a heartbeat into a shout, flying the sky, smashing the ground, and I don't know if you heard it. So the psychological overruns the banging chariot, your eyebrows are silvery white, and all white silver is re-stained.

12. The road is an unknown prayer, gradually repeated descriptions and gradual thundering. There is light in front, there is snow, and there is a fire that has not been scattered all the year round. Burning the sky reveals the haze. You waited for me in front and waited for 3,000 green summers.

13. Put your fingers on your fingers and the temperature will dissipate and re-gather. You are by my side, drawing a sunny day that I have never seen before. The sound and smile are getting stronger and weaker, and the sound is gradually rendered. So you stop at my five steps, never go far, and won't get close. Unspreading fog is always a mystery.

14. The flowers gradually redden your soul, the three souls are broken, and the seven continuations. And your voice confuses the twilight bird. Is your smile a huge curse? Night and night, gradually enlarge in my pupil, and gradually engrave.

15. I have subverted the whole world just to correct your reflection.

16. I have always thought back to countless times, the snow-covered winter, the ruptured clouds in the city and the rising sun that never appeared. Your shoulders are stretched out for a whole summer. I can't see the end.

17. That kind of lonely image. There was no one after another heavy dusk. Turn your hand over the clouds to cover your hands. How do you know that I am not lonely?

18. Those raging fires, the temperature cursed every inch of the earth. The raging tides rushed over the hot embankments, washed along the road and burned along the road. Who is the bondage, stubbornly inherited in the lifeline of a thousand miles.

19. In the decade that is no longer coming back, the snow covered the white singer. The memory goes all the way north, north, singing black songs and white soul songs. Ten years when I can't come back, I take you back to the initial sleep and return to all hopes that have never been opened. I am here.

20. The pupil is dark red, so the world sinks into the dusk. The hair is silvery white, and then the heavens rise to dawn. Countless birds left, and endless snow came back. I know that you are standing behind me, standing quietly behind, lit a whole heavy building.

21. The body temperature gradually cools along the heart through the veins, leaving a heartbeat and a heartbeat into a shout, flying the sky, slamming the ground, and I don't know if you heard it. So the psychological overruns the banging chariot, your eyebrows are silvery white, and all white silver is re-stained.

22. The road is an unknown prayer, gradually repeated descriptions and gradual thundering. There is light in front, there is snow, and there is a fire that has not been scattered all the year round. Burning the sky reveals the haze. You waited for me in front and waited for 3,000 green summers.

23. Put your fingers on your fingers and the temperature will dissipate and re-gather. You are by my side, drawing a sunny day that I have never seen before. The sound and smile are getting stronger and weaker, and the sound is gradually rendered. So you stop at my five steps, never go far, and won't get close. Unspreading fog is always a mystery.

24. The flowers gradually redden your soul, the three souls are broken, and the seven continuations. And your voice confuses the twilight bird. Is your smile a huge curse? Night and night, gradually enlarge in my pupil, and gradually engrave.

25. A staggered. Three interlaced. A thousand interlaces constitute a legend of constant words. No one knows who's past. The pale and waiting for the green of the oath was buried. Is it you? Is it you?

26. People can never see the broken mirror, but I am pointing to the cloud, the world is like a thousand years.

27. I have subverted the whole world, just to correct your reflection.

28. At the end of the dream, those floating cherry blossoms will always turn red in a flash, and the bright red will melt like a phantom in the water. Then everything disappeared, and in the fog that gradually dissipated, my brother’s smile was hidden.

29. Maybe at the end of the day, I will see your undead again. At that time, please smile at me, like a smile that tears the sun, so that I can laugh my tears, then let me hear you free. ,singing.

30. That kind of lonely image. There was no one after another heavy dusk. Turn your hand over the clouds to cover your hands. How do you know that I am not lonely?

31. I can't always see your face, your face is like a smog-like sorrow, your face is like a flame-like scorpion, hundreds of years, thousands of years, reincarnation, I smashed before fate. Several generations. As long as you are warm, I only want you to be free.

32. The moonlight's forest, the soul of the music, everything is just a phantom, fleeting.

33. Great wizard and little prince. A wave of hands left the entire snow-free city, and then waved the entire windless lake. You are the only rain in my three drought seasons. You are the only light in my darkness. Who is who is redeemed, who is the catastrophe?

34. I have been squatting for a hundred years, smiling for a hundred years, just waiting for a reunion with you, because your happiness is the whole faith in my life.

35. Fingers are stacked on your fingers, the temperature is dissipated and re-gathered. You are by my side, drawing a sunny day that you have never seen before. The tone and smile are getting stronger and weaker, and the sound is gradually rendered. So you stop at my five steps. Never go far, nor close. The fog that is not scattered is always a mystery.

36. The flower is gradually reddening your soul, the three souls are broken, the seven continuation continues. And your voice confuses the bleak birds. Is your smile a huge curse? Night and night, in my pupils Gradually zoom in and gradually engrave.

37. I always think back to countless times, the snowy winter, the broken clouds in the city and the rising sun that never appeared. Your shoulders stretched out for a whole summer. I can't see the end.

38. I can't always see your face, your face is like a smog-like sorrow, your face is like a flame-like tear, eight hundred years, eight thousand years, the cycle is turning, I am before the fate For generations, I just want to make you warm, I just want you to be free.

39. I always miss the soul of the flowers on the clothes of the late ink, and miss him like a torn sun-like smile. It is just my music, but I can't redeem it for me. Is it waiting for a thousand years? Or 10,000 years?

40. If you can be with you, I would rather have all the stars falling, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.

41. The noisy and bright world, the joy and happiness of the world, like the clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, passing by, the warmth is like a spring, I have no hope, I only want you to be happy, not sad.

42. The moonlight's forest, the soul of the music, everything is just a phantom, fleeting.

43. The wind blows the petals like a broken stream, and your smile shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful embellishment on my way to life, watching the sky, watching the snow, watching the dark shadows of the season.

44. People can never see the mirror, but I am referring to the cloud, the millennium of the world, as I am.

45. Wang, do you know the cold in the depths of the ice sea? I am in the deepest abyss that I don’t see, miss your smile and your smoggy sorrow, and think like a knife. If you can hear me, I want to ask you, Wang, can you take me home?

46. ​​I like the arrogance and rupture of the flames, because I can burn all the shackles, I am the king of the whole earth, and my brother is the God of my heart, the only God. I want him to be free, even if I sacrifice my life.

47. If Honglian is a flame, and my blood is red lotus, I am willing to let my blood spread over the earth, burning everything, thinking that brother, your happiness is my only belief.

48. Brother, please freely...

49. After a burst of continuous pain in my chest, the fiery red blood spewed from my mouth and stained my brother's illusion robes. For a moment, all the blood became a blooming red lotus. Red lotus is everywhere, warm as spring. Brother, there is a place where I am, you will never be cold. Please, freely, sing...

50. If time stops, then it must be such a moment.

51. I spent a hundred years and smiled and burned for a hundred years, just waiting for the reunion with you. Because your happiness is the whole faith in my life.