1: Maybe you and I will be missing in the end, but you should know that I was emotional because of you. Don’t imagine a stage that is good and then imagine the result after waiting. That kind of life will only be full of dependence on me. The mind does not stay for anyone but the heart always beats for someone. --Baudelaire's "The Flowers of Evil"

2: He was born. He paints. He dies. The wheat fields were golden, and a flock of crows screamed and flew across the sky. --Baudelaire, "Crows in the Wheat Field"

3: Maybe you and I will be missing in the end, but you should know that I was passionate about you. --Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil"

4: I understand everything hidden under your perfect mask/What makes you you--Baudelaire

5 : Once you fall into the world of laughter and scolding, your powerful wings can't move even an inch - Charles Pierre Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

6: In order to earn bread for your living, you You should be like a choir child singing a hymn you never believed in - Charles Pierre Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

7: And will eventually return to the eyes of darkness, no matter what No matter how glorious it once was, it was just a mirror full of sadness. --Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

8: What flows in him is not blood, but the green water of the River of Forgetfulness. -- Charles Pierre Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil"

9: An unknown criminal was sentenced to smile for life but never open his mouth to smile -- Charles Pierre El Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

10: I am a cemetery that even the moon hates. -- Charles Pierre Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil"

11: Those who do not know how to make their loneliness acceptable to others do not know how to stand on their own among all living beings. --Baudelaire's "Melancholy in Paris"

12: A hero is a person who gives his best to everything, from beginning to end, without any distractions -- Baudelaire

13: We congratulate corruption and bless the pale light of death - Charles Pierre Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

14: By whitewashing, I will dig out a hell . --Baudelaire

15: Only those who can prove that they are equal to others are equal to others, and only those who know how to win freedom deserve to enjoy freedom. --Baudelaire, "Melancholy in Paris"

16: Our sins are stubborn, our regrets are cowardly; we demand huge rewards for our confession, and we happily walk on the muddy road, thinking it is worthless. Tears can wash away the dirt. --Baudelaire's "The Flowers of Evil" (Translated by Guo Hongan)

17: Who has not absorbed nutrients from the dead bones in the cemetery. -- Charles Pierre Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil"

18: What is bitter and sweet is to listen to the flickering and smoking fire on a winter night. The distant memories slowly rise, reflecting the singing bells in the vast mist. --Baudelaire's "The Cracked Bell"

19: The infinite and profound thoughts contained in clichés are holes dug by ants from generation to generation--Baudelaire

20: Even your prayers and wishes are crimes. -- Charles Pierre Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil"

21: My mind does not stop for anyone but my heart always beats for someone -- Baudelaire "Flowers of Evil"

22: The handsome Guard of Hearts and the Queen of Spades are melancholy telling about their lost love - Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

23 : These demons stare at me coldly like tourists admiring a madman - Charles Pierre Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

24: Behind the boredom and great sadness, there is a heavy fog. Survive. --Baudelaire

25: Big tree of desire, you use happiness as fertilizer. As your bark thickens and hardens, your treetops hope to be close to the sun.

--Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil"

26: Take this drop of pale tear, which is like a fragment of opal/shining red, into the palm of your hand/and put it into his heart far away from the eyes of the sun. --Baudelaire's "The Sorrow of the Moon"

27: The devil kept moving around me, rippling around like intangible air; I swallowed it, and there were waves in my chest. Burning pain and filled with eternal, sinful desires. --Baudelaire's "Destruction"