Fourteen Que's colophon

"Winter, Please Don't Go Too Fast"

That snow has been in my heart

Falling, falling, falling

The man with the high crown and fancy clothes raises his face

Whispering, he asks the sky

How much longer can I be happy like this?

How long can I survive as a soul?

The yellow-haired boy ran before him

Unaware of the great change that was about to take place

Winter, please don't go too fast

Please let Sasori

say goodbye to Kou properly

That snow has always been in the center of my heart

It rains, it pours,it pours,it pours

The maiden who was rejected 10,000 times

The maiden who was rejected 10,000 times

Laying under the covers, rolling over the bed, and asking for the sky.

Lying under the covers, tossing and turning

The boy I love is right next to me

But I don't do anything

There are so many shynesses and sweetnesses

Winter, please don't go too fast

Let's let Naoki's thoughtfulness be a little bit more appreciated

That snow has always been in my heart

It's going down,down,down,down

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, I'm not sure if I can.

The quiet woman leaning under the tree

lowers her eyebrows

White plums bloom around her

but not as beautiful as her face

The cross of sword wounds

witnesses to the truths and lies of whoever it is

Winter, please don't go too fast

Please let Ba

put the hate and love for Kenshin on the ice. The hate and love for Kenshin into a lingering

These images that took place on a snowy day

are as vivid as if they happened yesterday

The sentimental, the happy ones

flow from memory

like a bright light

remembering the old days in warmth under the lamplight

Winter, please don't go too fast

Let me take the Those timeless classics

Read them again and again and again

The Finger Melody of the Olympics

Press the middle finger with the thumb

Watch the other fingers bend

Mesopotamian words

The oracle also has to pass through the fingers

To draw the winds of eagles

The general gesture of the pallor

Unless deliberately straightened

Sworn by the will of the goddess

Let war cease at this second

No Persian king's sword is sharper

than Zeus's decree

And he says--

Sacrifice, now begin

And so we submit. And so we submitted

We ran

We wrestled

We sang and danced

Sport was used to set the guilty free

The discus, the javelin, the horse race, the car race

Laurel was braided into a crown

And the bardic psalm was written

When the numbers spun to the 293rd

And ancient Greece was struck by the death of a man, a man, a man, a man, a man.

Ancient Greece met Theodosius

The ruthless Roman emperor

Pressing my thumb to my pinky

Man's ignorance has turned to ignorance

And now we meet again at last

Once again, it's still once every four years

Hooking my pinky to my pinky

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Pressing our thumbs together

Searching for the Priestess of 2008

She said--

Look, the appointed time is now

So we submit

We read

We think

We love stuff

Watching anime characters let loose with laughter

Death, Conan, Gundam, and Greatsword

Dots come together in a text

Another year a winter

Praying

That day that came so suddenly.

In a trance, I thought it was the inadvertent wrong form of two gods, but the next moment, I knew it was the land thousands of miles away, the ground shaking.

The strong shaking extended all the way, even Beijing, thousands of miles away, trembled, as if the land, for the loss of its beloved people, wept and trembled its shoulders.

5-12, Wenchuan

Suddenly, these two words have become the center of attention in China, and even in the world, and we look past the eyes, containing too many tears. Thinking back to the 1976 Tangshan, China is still palpitating, and today's Wenchuan, is the same, let the heart and soul broken.

At a time, the beautiful land of western Sichuan are plunged into the rolling smoke, Jiuzhai's bright landscape issued a silent sob, Dujiangyan's millennium stone dam seems to be hurt like a steep crack, the former town of the three rivers of the Buddha ah, gazing at the foot of the children of the misery, but also in silence.

The pain of the Chinese earth, so y, carved in the body of the Chinese people, and our hearts.

From that moment on, the sound of telephone dialing never stopped, from that moment on, fragmented, broken words exchanged or peace, or danger message.

How many voices, from that moment past, have never sounded again.

We grieved, we cried, in front of the sudden day in the face, we realize how powerless we are, those living lives, in a trance, so become a memory.

That day, the most serious domestic newscasters, could not help but weep in front of the camera: "Why are we always moved by such images, by such a voice, why do we always look at it will be tears in the eyes, because we love this piece of land, this piece of land people, know how to care for each other."

Yes, this land, and the people on this land, are worth loving.

What can we, as anime fans, do at a time like this? What should we, as anime fans, do?

No matter how to look for the views of the society, we ourselves know that the anime fans are not a group of people who hide in a small building and do not listen to the things outside the window, maybe because they can still be young, maybe because they are still very simple, for the current affairs of some ignorant, some strange. But anime fans are also the world's most kind and lovely group of people, when the bad news came, in something of the BBS, the first time surged countless care, donations of the initiative, the home in Sichuan, the editor of the concern, informed each other and pass the peace of information ...... It is because of all of this, we are able to get through the catastrophe.

The old as well as the old, the young as well as the young, dear little Xixi people, if you have the ability, please offer them a love it, no matter how meager that power, once we gather together, can be a warm flame, burned out of the wilderness of the disaster.

Life has its own path, and every life, should be respected, and protected.

Let's pray together for the land thousands of miles away or close at hand, let's pray together for those who are strange or familiar.

Peace.

A cup in the sky

The pale world

Whose shot

has struck God's taboo

Friendship burns Armor breaks down

Reflects red in whose eyes and whose brows

If I may be assisted by destiny, I'll pour a cup in the sky

No regrets for becoming a devil incarnate

Ten times of rebirth

Who's sword

Split the faith of the gods

Bye-bye in the wind

Who cares who is scarred by the dragon in the sky and the earth

If I can get the help of the strongest, I will drink a cup from the sky

Guarding the earth, I will follow you in life and in death

Beneath the cherry tree

Who's words

Woke him up, and made him swear

His face is hidden in the sky.

His face is hidden in the mist as if it were smoke

Is it betrayal, is it a lapse or is it a bet

If I can get love to help me, a cup full of sky

What separates me ......from you

The six stars come together

Whose pact

Changes the sinful mantra

Can be innocent, can be destroyed and can be defended

If I can get the warmth to help me, drink a cup of the sky

Shura has been in the blood for a hundred years

Blazing winds, blowing silently

Distant shores, often the heart of the thunder

If I can get the warmth to help you, drink a cup of the sky

This summer, it will not be lonely

This summer will not be lonely

"Divination"

This summer will not be lonely, it is not lonely. Divination

Where is this place?

I've walked into a place like this

Mahogany tables, soft armchairs

And an old record player

A woman in a black veil

Passes cards across the table

What luck, she says

You've been placed in the seventh place

First one's a plain feathered suit

Roman characters carved in Roman letters, the first of which is the first of the two.

Roman characters carved out of the noble god

King Arthur's hand

The sharpness of the longsword is as sharp as ever

The second butterfly folded its wings

bringing the aura of the stern and murderous below

How many old things have flown away

The young man and the maiden holding the hilt of the sword together forever

The third one is withering and pinned down, icy cold and brilliant

The third one is withering and pinned down, icy cold and gorgeous

A friend.

Friendship chants that life is never lonely

Fourth, the arrogance of the ego of the mountain cherry blossoms

Sea level rises forever the flag of the pirates

Fifth, the people's favorite empress

Graceful and elegant with supreme charm

Sixth, a solitary step in the boiling covered the secret

Tianyuan breakthroughs can no longer be seen in the crisis

The world's most important thing is that you can not see the crisis.

--Now you are the seventh

--So, what is the metaphor for the seventh?

--The end of destiny and its coming

--Do you have the courage to cope with it all?

This Q&A is so spiritual

In an instant the fog clears

The tables and chairs and women are all gone

The grass is green in front of us, defying the harsh winters

If you're strong enough

There's something where there's sunshine

The Ten Fingers of God

This brilliant jewel on the blade of the sword

The world of sin and punishment is a world of sin and punishment, a world of sin and punishment.

In the world of crime and punishment

Blurring life and death, light and strange

God spreads out his beautiful ten fingers

Saying: Come, let's play a human game

The thumb symbolizes the right

The violet-eyed teenager walks to the second season

Special powers turn into bloodless treasures

The road to success is full of blood

The index finger symbolizes kindness

Full power rabbits and governesses

influence each other in the biological chain

Plants. The middle finger symbolizes silence

The sound of the flute in Naruto's village brings up sad memories

Can we be together forever

Weathered into a lie from a century ago, it falls apart

The ring finger symbolizes sincerity

The heart speaks of the miracle of love

The schoolyard past in the green years.

The pinky finger symbolizes the opportunity

The promise was made that we would never part

But whose call died in the wind

Leaving behind a long sigh

While we are saddened by these stories

God laughs wryly

Don't forget that today is April 1st

Do not forget that today is the first day of the month of April. Today is April 1

Laughter only, no tears allowed

So, sweet children, let's join together

Open your fingers

and send each other your best wishes

Not for fools, not for games

Just for one, the truest of all...

Be happy! Be happy every day! Be happier today!

Adventure Season

The seasons are changing

Autumn colors are shedding summer's garments

Hey, young lady

Throw away the dresses and the sandals that don't go fast enough

Hats on, let's go on an adventure

There's a field with green hills and sweet springs

And a sky with clouds of blue water

We are miracle-makers, and we are the ones who make things happen, and there is nothing that can't be done.

We are the miracle-working, all-powerful boys

Never losing to the cold world

Even the unknown longsword, nicknamed the murderer's sword

Can be transformed into a strong promise of eternal perseverance

Hey, man

Have you gotten something out of it, have you had an eye-opener

Life doesn't have to be a routine life

Learn. Kakashi, who's always late, has a lot of time on his hands

If you embrace your vision and go for it

You can write your own destiny

Hey man

Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look. 21 is our fable of the century

We're going to be in it, we're going to be in it, we're going to be in it all by ourselves

Hey, I say

Are you ready?

The Light of One Wing

The Demon King walks the path of Shura

Black feathers fly behind him

The green-haired maiden gazes in silence

What a way for this lament to end

We once saw stars at sea level

Thinking that was what was meant by the ultimate vision

Rendering out the humble

Sailing on a moonless night

Leaves arcing in the wind

Sadness for the late autumn

Where is the road to the pyramid of Utopia

The devil king laid down Solomon's sword

Surrendered his scepter of gold

Knights played the music of sin and punishment

The king's sword was the only thing he could do.

This sad song ends in death

The morning sun is frosty on the sea level

Seagulls sing softly in the evening breeze

Angel loses the other half of her wings

The king becomes a masked devil

We all know that

What is left behind is happiness

What is left behind is hope.

The Qinhuai scrolls

The beads and jewels of the Qinhuai are embellished with infinite splendor

Children's love is transformed into the strings of the piano in their hands

The night moon and the lanterns of the night are filled with glistening shadows and glittering lights

The brocade floats are wearing out the flowery face

The spring shirts are played with the sword that carries through to the sky

White horses are leaning on the bridge by the blossoming flowers and the green willow trees

Letting loose with the wind and the waves Heroic Eyes

Life, Death, and **** are no match for the heart's greed

How can I remember the past when I'm drunk and dreaming of death

Laughing at a picture of a dalliance

Complete the absurdity of my years

The view from the 22nd floor

The half-closed windows look like towers

There are umbrella blossoms on the street

There are umbrellas on the pavement

At the front of the building, there is the wide, open space. In front of the building is a wide square

A long brick pathway between green lawns

People with laptops and cell phones

are always in a hurry

A lonely court with bare frames

Weeds grow unchecked

The paint on the armchairs is gradually fading

No one sits down, relaxes or enjoys the view

The adults are always in a daze

And there is no one to sit down.

Adults always have a dull gaze

Silently bowing their heads, not smiling or speaking

Who holds on to their ideals with a numbness

And who puts their hopes in places they can't see

Everyone has their own direction to take in life

And I am determined not to be like the tired ones

We look for the stars on the dark sea. We look to the stars in the dark sea

We look to the depths of the valley to make us strong

Any reason can

test our hearts

Packing our dreams and beliefs in our pockets

Step by step, we're leaving our homes

With a smile in the face of never-ending frustration

The trials and the pains that we face can only strengthen us

The complexities of the world, and the complexities of the world, and the complexities of the world, and the complexities of the world.

All those complicated beliefs in life

Get out of the way and leave me in peace

I have my own ideas

I'm my own role model

I'm ordinary, but I live a wonderful life

I'm young, but I'm aware of all the vicissitudes of life

Standing on the 22nd floor of the building

The world condenses to a painting under my feet

I'm not the master of the painting

I'm not the master of the painting

I'm not the master of the painting

I'm not the master of the painting. I'm not the master of the painting

But I know there will be a place for me in it

The view from here will be the beginning of all life

After the rain is gone, the sun will shine