A fleeting meeting of the eyes, cast a lifetime of unforgettable. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
The higher the loneliness, the higher the loneliness to endure loneliness, the higher the loneliness.
2. Manzanita's flower language is ominous, separation, and ...... sad memories.
Manzanita, the flower of the other shore. Legend has it that it was the favorite flower of Lucifer, the demon king.
Later, Jesus asked me, if your life could stand still at a certain moment, when would you choose? Would it be during the time of Lucifer or the vice-king, or the time of the able angels?
Right now in the heavenly realm, that's a drop in the ocean.
I smiled back at him and I shook my head.
I am happy with my life now. Your Highness Jesus, if you have time to go to the Magic Realm, you will see that there are large swathes of Manjusri there. Day by day they are getting stronger and sadder.
There are things that disappear, and there are things that are eternal.
Manjusri is sin.
Beautiful, sultry, and despite the despair, it still gives off the fragrance of the poppy.
Like the simple wishes of youth, and impossible to fulfill the vow.
Just like you standing on the other side of the shore, and I am standing on this shore.
Still make people wait, make people crazy.
3. Always remember that there is such a person, he is very good-tempered, few words.
But no matter what he said, even if it is gentle, listening to it is like receiving the holy decree.
I'm not sure if I've ever heard of this, but I'm sure I've never heard of it before.
The first time I saw him was when I was a kid, and I was so happy to see him.
If he is really holding his breath, he will put a hand on me while sleeping, I will put my whole leg on him in order to counterattack, and finally you press me to press you, I can't help but to yell out first, and he also acted innocently.
Eat a boring loss, do not know how to deal with, riding on him with his head to hit him, he held my head, the two people in the bed rolled over and rolled over. The shoulder residue of the broken hair, he will pick up for me.
Even in a lot of people on the occasion, I will also and he eye to eye, people look at the straight roar nausea.
His heart is very fine, will be in my fall when I hold my hand, will hold me tight.
He will become a small child to please me, cooking for me to get hurt.
He would hand me little notes to make up when I was angry.
He liked to clasp his fingers and touch his forehead with me.
I always remember that there was such a person, when he was sad and crying, I would be too embarrassed to even look at him.
I remember his smile, but not his face.
Now suddenly I want to ask him if he is as happy as before.
I once heard someone say that memories are a bridge, but it is a prison that leads to loneliness.
I want to tell him, never, never, never be like Lucifer, or I will have a hard time.
4. After ten million years, I moved home and lived in the Hall of Radiance where Lucifer once lived. Looking at the frescoes that fill the hall, looking out the window at the emptiness and emptiness, looking at the light between the white clouds and the blue sky, and then turning back, looking at a sketch that hangs in the middle of the frescoes. The painting of a teenager holding a pillow, lying in front of the bed, short curly hair some broken mess, pure and quiet. The paper was a little worn, a little blurry. But every outline, every trace, seems to be recorded across the thousands of years of longing.
5. There are two kinds of sins, the original sin and the original sin.
The original sin is the sin that each person commits in this life.
The original sin is the sin that is inherent in human beings and cannot be washed away.
All human beings are born as sinners before God.
Even a baby who dies right after birth is still a sinner because of his or her original sin, even though he or she has not committed any sin.
God said, "You are only an archangel, but you are trying to change the heavenly realm, which is your original sin.
God said, you are my pride and joy, but you fall in love with the devil again and again, this is your original sin.
God said that love is the only thing we can take with us, it makes death so easy.
6. "There are a lot of things I've been dying to tell you, good and bad, for years. But every one of them will be a burden to you. I want you, but what's more important is that you're happy. Can you understand me?"
My mind went blank and I just nodded.
Lucifer's eyes suddenly reddened.
"Let me give you a kiss, okay?"
I still nodded mechanically.
Lucifer smiled slightly and gently cupped the back of my head, his fingers digging into my hair.
The snowflakes fluttered like butterflies, and there was the sound of ice shattering on the glass window.
He slowly leaned over and covered my lips with his.
The tranquil hall seemed to echo with the sound of the piano.
It was the sound of snowflakes and souls breaking.
He stopped on my lips, quiet, without intrusion. It was as if he wanted to maintain this action until the sea and the earth were gone.
7. Lucifer, I know you are happy now.
I know that you and your wife, your son, are in perfect harmony.
You have developed the magic world into an ideal land that everyone wants, and your people love you more than themselves.
So much so, that missing me is nothing.
I have long been able to bravely face the loss of your life, and have long been accustomed to thinking of you with a smile on a lonely night.
Lucifer, I just want you to be happier and happier.
8. Anyone who knows me knows that I've been acting out of character. Even after many years, Gabriel would tell me coldly that the night you caught Lucifer, you lost all your temperament and image, like a madman.
I always smiled back at her and didn't reply.
In front of Lucifer, do not say that the performance is abnormal. Not crazy, already shows that my emotional intelligence is high enough.
At that time, Lucifer was not by my side.
And I have long been accustomed to.
Time flies too fast, so fast that memories disappear, and then can not be retained.
I really try to remember him, very, very hard.
But gradually, I found about him, even the taste of happiness are forgotten. I can only remember this feeling of desperately wanting to remember him.
The little girl who likes to fantasize will always tell me, "Michael, that's called longing".
The whole world knows that I am thinking about him.
But he doesn't know.
He'll never know.
9 "What's real and what's not, just because it's my reality doesn't mean it's not your dream..."
10. The ethereal floating clouds of the bedchamber remain, the thousand miles of golden light outside the window remain, and the sanctity of the bright imperial capital remains.
Even the light that penetrates to the ground is exactly the same as it was at the beginning.
A piece of light, a few shadows, confused, as if it were a lifetime ago.
11. A thousand years like flotsam and jetsam
Life from splendor to blandness
And then from blandness to even more blandness
The long road a person walks through
It is only to understand how short it is
12. That there has been a prosperity and dreams, little by little, saved in the heart.
The stars in the sky, the eyes on the ground.
The fog disperses, the dream wakes up, I finally see the reality, that is the silence of a thousand sails.
13. I do not know from when onwards, the journey of life has become a kind of torture, walk a step, the road behind the disappearance of a step, there is no way back. Sometimes, know that this will continue to be more painful, but still have to tell themselves, go on.
14. He was very close to me, his eyes dark with crimson, so bright that he could see his own shadow.
I was smiling in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were bent, clear and bright.
In the mirror, the bustle and clamor of Jerusalem was forgotten. I looked into the fire mirror and gazed at him, trying to wipe the rain off the mirror. But it was raining so hard that it hit the mirror densely. Droplets of water fell down his cheeks, like he was smiling and shedding tears.
I stopped wiping and just carefully and gently stroked the mirror. It was like passing through this thin glass and caressing his cheek. It's like finally crossing the distance of millions of light years and touching the unattainable lover.
15. Want to see you.
You reign supreme in heaven and earth, you control the destiny and dominate the ending, you stand proudly in the wind and clouds.
You are on the other side of the world, the end of time and space.
And in this moment, I suddenly remembered many, many things, but had nothing to do with any of them.
Thinking of you smiling at me from outside the balcony of Sigma thousands of years ago.
Thinking of you smiling at me outside the balcony of Rode Oga six months ago.
Beyond time, beyond space.
All sentimentality always leaves a trail of joy.
All the regrets, will always leave a perfect corner.
Perhaps there has been a long and bone-deep pain, perhaps once wanted to give up countless times, but now finally understand, you bring me happiness, but also the world's greatest happiness.
Lucifer, is it too late to start over?
16. In the center of the city of Jerusalem, there used to be two statues of the right wing of the God of Heaven. One was casual and elegant, leaning over. One was majestic and dignified, holding a holy sword.
And at this time, I stood straight, actually with the statue is the same posture. Above the demon realm, below the heavenly realm.
Vaguely, confused, I seem to see a sea of flowers.
In the bewitching Manzanita, Lucifer walked towards me, still in the same mold as when we were reunited, and his amazing splendor lit up the starry sky of the Magic City.
He pointed to the heavens, and his gaze shifted to me.
He said, Isael, can you see it? Directly below those seven stars is the Snow Moon Forest. Want to go there and see it?
I nodded my head vigorously.
He put his hand out and gave me a small smile. Here, he said, give me your hand.
The black and white gloves overlapped and I smiled openly, took his hand and flew out. Behind them the Demons and the Gods stood in one piece, cheering and leaping, and the laughter echoed under the stars of Rodeooga, and in the smoke clouds of St. Furya, like the blessing at a wedding, accompanied by the century ringing, the bells of happiness.
............
17. Crouching in the same corner of the window, in the same position, looking at the same Milky Way under my eyes, I suddenly lost sleep. The bottom of the Milky Way is the Red Sea, the bottom of the Red Sea is a piece of heaven and earth, the deepest part of heaven and earth, is where he lives. Think about the fact that we are not far away from each other. I would like to know how he lives now ...... should be very happy.
I don't know if he will occasionally remember me.
The golden light of the long hair down, like a very long time sealed pearl red, some piercing.
Facing the ancient but gorgeous city wall, which is vaguely engraved with the vicissitudes of the millennium.
For whom to wither, for whom to pine.
A thousand years of memories, a thousand years of frost.
18. Think of the feast of Iros, dazzling lights and wine, light and fog.
Think of the three questions asked by Azazel.
Thinking of Lucifer standing in the red light and the black mist, so quiet he almost lost his breath amidst the clamor of the crowd. The only movement he made then was to tug at his glove and then clench his entire right hand.
It wasn't that he didn't believe me, it wasn't blind faith in the instructions of the Pentacle, it wasn't overconfidence in his black magic, it was that the answers I gave were lies. Every question Azazel asked was something that had happened before, and Lucifer knew all of them except the last one.
Until Azazel asks, do you love Medanzo.
And my answer made me look like a liar who is trying desperately to hide when he is clearly exposed.
I thought of our rejoicing on the balcony. He always knew what kind of trauma and destruction I would bring to him, so he raised his head with a look of extreme beauty like a beautiful and fragrant yohimbe blooming at night.
The blink of an eye is a moment of absolute splendor.
Lucifer has always been a bit of a narcissist, and he loves every part of his body.
His hands were beautiful, and when he played the piano, his fingers were so beautiful they were like melodies flowing out.
The most despairing thing in life is not death, but waiting for it.
19 By the seventh gate, I couldn't take my eyes off the goalposts.
On both the left and right side was the same man, the once beautiful shining star of light, now the leader of Satan, the king of the demon world, Lucifer.
The clothes on the left and right sides are different, the left side is a battle dress and the right side is a banquet dress. Lucifer on the left hangs a cloak, holds a scepter in his hand, and looks into the distance. Lucifer on the right is wearing a lapel coat, wearing a thin chain on his head, with chains of different lengths, hanging down on his long hair, which is particularly eye-catching. His eyes were half-open, and his eyes were flirtatious. Movement more and more elegant and noble at the same time, but also more and more casual and lazy.
Then I heard a voice that couldn't be more familiar.
"Isael."
The whole thing froze. I stood still for a moment.
The voice was warm and soft, a sound that struck deep into the heart, "Isael, look back, I'm right behind you."
Mammon said, "Still no sound?"
I didn't dare move. I knew that one was fake, an illusion ......
"I miss you. Let's make up, okay?"
"We'll make up, and then we'll have our own baby. Just the two of us."
"Isael, come back to me."
I looked at the statue of Lucifer in front of me, knowing full well that it was fake. But, after all these years, there was no moment that would be happier than now.
Looking at his face, listening to his voice ...... is very much like dreaming.
Mammon walked through the last door, turned his head to look at me, panicked: "Do not look back, do not answer, that is false!" I nodded and smiled calmly, "I know."
Mammon said, "Come on in then."
I said, "Just a few more minutes, let me listen a little longer. Trust me, I'm wide awake. I'm not going to turn around and answer."
I'm wide awake. Always sober. I'm sober enough to know that as soon as I turn around, as soon as I answer, it will all go away. So, I won't do that. Even if it's an illusion, I heard the words I most wanted to hear.
Yes, I heard it all.
Make up, fine. I'm not like you, anyway, you small-minded old man.
I sighed and shook my head helplessly.
Of course I want to, how can I not. I've been thinking about it every minute of every day. You think I'm you, you don't have a heart.
Mammon said, "My Archangel, what are you doing? Giggling all by yourself."
I made a "shhh" gesture and waved my hand expansively.
I know, it was a misunderstanding. I know, it's a misunderstanding. You're with her because of me, right?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman.
Well, well.
I know.
I looked at the stone pillar in front of me, smiled and nodded.
Lucifer, I heard it all ...... I love you too.
20.Lucifer did not sleep all night, fell asleep on the couch in the early morning. The long hair is silky, hanging down on the floor, lining the beautiful face.
I used the power to manipulate the world to move the bedding from his room and cover him.
Lucifer, I look at you now.
Even now, I feel that you love me.
21. "Say something, will you?" Lucifer patted his face, "Just one sentence, okay?"
"I haven't heard your voice in so many years."
"Even a smile would be nice, just one."
"Good girl, be good and smile, huh? "
The raindrops hit the window, getting bigger and bigger, engulfing the empire in a mist.
"Isael ......" Lucifer cradled his head, his body curling slightly, "I regret it now ...... Why did I not stop you at that time? Why did I let you encounter such a thing?"
Nightwind Hollow Rain was crying and sighing in pain.
"I'm sorry ...... Sorry." The voice was near tears. "Isar, you said that if you try hard, you can do anything. I just want you to say one thing to me, promise me ...... OK?"
Michael did not wake up.
Lucifer stopped talking, his eyes bloodshot and the tip of his nose red.
There was something in his heart. He was the Demon King.
Dang big man, but for the children's love sad into this, is really something wrong. But while complaining in his heart, seeing his appearance, he was so hard that he wanted to shed tears.
By "The Right Wing of the God of Heaven" Celestial Paper Kite