Compassion is the symbol that identifies these guardian angels of Berlin.
Look, keep looking at this once barren land. In the world of angels, there is no time.
The earth that I was looking at gradually showed signs of life. The fresh life brings so much joy to the angels - glaciers, floods, bees, sika deer... Later, there were humans. The language of human infects the angel. After reading the voice of the human being, the angel clearly remembers: there was a man who raised a stone against the human being - human beings, began to have a war.
Humans, just like that, are haunted by themselves in the sight of the undead angels.
fight. despair. lost. worry. The faint joy of a child will accompany the sorrow of an old man.
From barren, to the most prosperous city-state in the Milky Way (Guangzhou in Sa Tao's works?), and then, barren again.
The angel sympathetically and silently looked at the gradually desolate soul of mankind, the undercurrent of the soul, still flowing with meager hope and nostalgia.
An aging storyteller, lingering and persistent, he is a communicator of history. This poor storyteller with aphasia, no one can listen to his words, but the stories are surging in his chest, and history still wants to tell people!
In the circus, a girl dressed as an angel holds her childhood ideals, and behind the indifferent indifference, she insists on a beautiful dream. No one knows the loneliness in her heart, only angels, waiting for her beauty, her love.
People are getting old, but childhood seems to never be far away for a moment.
Angels do not grow old, but angels do not have childhood.
The sentimental voice recites: "When children are still children, they always ask questions like: Why am I? And not you? Why am I here and not there? Where does time begin? Where does space end? Isn't life under the sun a dream? What I see, hear, feel...isn't it the coat of this world?
When the child is still a child, walking, shaking his arms, imagining that the stream is the river, and those little mud holes are the sea. When the child is still a child, he does not know that he is only a child, everything is full of life, and all life is the same... When the child is still a child, he knows nothing about everything, has no habits , I was sitting cross-legged just now, and suddenly ran away like the wind..." Ageless
angel, what happens when you know the past and the future?!
Sad angel, looking forward to savoring the pain and joy of gain and loss in the sad world A world of color .
A dying human being.
Pain, blood, and red, yellow, orange, and blue pictures. I don't know the future, and I don't know what's wrong with me.
Sell the angel's armor . , put on the most beautiful coat, and ran on the streets of Berlin - the coffee is bitter, but also has a hot aroma; the cigar can suck out the smoke, smoked the throat, until the heart and spleen. The angel smiled, he liked everything These are the feelings of being a human being!
I can't see the girl I love, how disappointed, an angel who has fallen into the world, can run around the field like a horse in a circus, then sit down and savor the sorrow. The share of being seen Sad, the fallen angel is lonely and confident, and continues to find her lover in the world.
When the lonely girl in red at the circus, firmly walks up to the angel who loves her, drinks the wine in the glass, and firmly believes that the angel is her His expectations and desires, and firmly believe that dreams can be realized.
He found the true love feeling as a human being, and she found the angel she was looking for.
A rope fluttered in the air. The angel stepped on the ground, and he used his own strength and weight to tighten Tighten the rope, his love swirls in the air. Behind, leave his footprints as a human being; the world is colorful. The girl is in the air, relying on this rope, she dances her angel dream, the world is more beautiful.
In the sad In the world, they are on a rope, together, waiting for happiness like this - time is passing...
People sing together:
"What is eternity? What is time? Time heals everything. But what if even time is sick?
Well, at least we still have love. Only love is eternal. "
Under the Berlin sky, the spirit pity the flesh, and the flesh longs for the spirit. And the spirit! The spirit said, I am more willing to personally feel the shortness of pain and pleasure, even if it can't live forever!!
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