When I sing this song believe me I have nothing to hide I meant to bring you out to tip of this world and into my little blue sky I meant to do all I have promised and much more in my next life to show you all these time I save nothing but a glass heart and crystal eyes for one love I choose for one love I forever disguise if you aren't the one leave my way open and let the stars shined where I sit on my handkerchief sing this song and cry 'once, once before I am already old He who saw through my lies and kissed my goodbye'
You can act truthfully or you can lie, You can reveal things about yourself or you can hide. Therefore, the audience recognizes something about themselves or they don't... You hope they don't leave the theatre thinking 'that was nice...now where's the cab?'
奴念此离别，生当无归复。去路未敢期，此别不相思。
We are accused of stupidity when we are being cautious. Our shyness is taken for arrogance and our desire to please for sycophancy. We struggle to clear up a misunderstanding, but our throat goes dry and the words found are not the ones meant..
青山不老，为雪白头；绿水无波，因风而皱。
Shadows, as any artist will tell you, create depth. And you would choose to hide your darkness under a veil of brilliant bright.
生年不满百，安能为他人拭涕。
清明盛世，人尽其才，苍生有幸，天下太平。
直道相思了无益，未妨惆怅是清狂。
人啊,果然是只有在吃好吃的东西和睡觉时,才会觉得活著真好！
大江待君添炙碳， 赤壁待君染醉颜。
满堂花醉三千客，一剑光寒十四州。
论人之过，当源其心，不可徒拘于迹；取人之善，惟据其迹， 不必深究其心
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
青青子衿，悠悠我心。但为君故，沉吟至今。
Water runs deep; it seeks its own level and will flow until it has found it. The cycle of water is endless with the snows falling in the mountains and melting. The mountain streams join to make the great rivers that run to the sea. The tides and currents churn the oceans. Similarly, our feelings are flowing as they connect the present with past experiences. Sometimes the waters are so deep that we cannot put words to our feelings.
知君仙骨无寒暑。千载相逢犹旦暮。
You don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
First there is a time when we believe everything, then for a little while we believe with discrimination, then we believe nothing whatever, and then we believe everything again - and, moreover, give reasons why we believe.
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind, it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find. But the day I met you, I began to see, that love is real, and exists in me.
You say that love is nonsense.... I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
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