She is like a peach with a sweet smile like a strawberry. She is so tender and juicy that it makes people fall into lovesickness as soon as they get close.
Cyrano: I have a huge nose, clown, fool, idiot, and I'm very proud of that part of my body. Know that a big nose can be a sign of a person who is kind, polite, witty, free, brave, just like me. Because you never want to believe, sad man, because of your humble face. Above the neckline is so barren, there is no dignity. No imagination, no feelings, no poetic feeling, no sparkle and glamour, no such nose, just let your ass eat me.
Cyrano: If you know some rhetoric, some IQ, when it comes to IQ, miserable guy, you don't have any, and rhetoric gives you one word, stupid.
Cyrano: My accessories are all about the soul, I don't want to accidentally wear a dirty "offensive" coat, or an old "conscience", and a sleepy look, exhausted "self-esteem", and "Cautious" passed away. I walk the world and never make false decorations, such as over-modified independence and freedom. I don't have gloves right? You're right, I only have one of my old gloves left, and this one is still annoying me because I put it on someone's face.
Cyrano: I can't imagine someone else falling in love, even if it's an ugly woman, my nose, no matter where I go, it's worse than me for a quarter of an hour. As for who I love, of course I will love the most beautiful and smartest person in the world. The most dazzling, the gentlest, the most learned.
Cyrano: With this big bulge on my nose, what hope can I have? I won't deceive myself. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself in the dark. I watch from a distance, under silver eyes, In the arms of the cavalry, women fantasized about being able to walk with their sweethearts under the moonlight. I wish I could have a girl in my arms too, I will get excited, I will forget about these, but suddenly I will see my shadow on the courtyard wall. My friend, I think I'm ugly. When I'm alone, I'm often very sad.
The sad poem sung by Cyrano
Sing, dream, laugh
free alone
Sit on the sidelines
self-mumbling
Pick up a pen to say something
A sentence that does not match draws a knife
or right poems
with my glory
live the life i want
go to the moon
A triumphant glance at glory
In short, I despise the parasitic ivy
I am not a vine tree
nor linden
Maybe not that tall
But go alone
Cyrano: With your handsome appearance and my eloquence, the two of us create a romantic hero together. As you move forward, I will follow you. I will be your soul and you will be my beauty.
love letter one
I have written this love letter a hundred times in my heart, everything is ready and I know it in my heart, I just need to transcribe it on paper. I am in your hands, this piece of paper is my voice, the ink is my blood, every word is like a king.
love letter 2
Please believe, my body is only hot; please believe, I am calling out to you in my heart. If kisses can be delivered in words, please read my love letter with your lips.
love letter three
Far from this dark and false world, there is a kingdom of holy hearts. Far from this violent, twisted and bitter world, there is a land of happy lovers.
Cyrano: My reason always suppresses my heart, how much I hate this reason in love, its sword pierces too deep, it is a sin when we are in love, but the moment will always come. I pity those who have never experienced that moment, when we feel that there is this noble love between us, so that every sweet word we say to each other is sad, if the moment between us has come, you will What do you say to me? Anything that comes to my mind, I will remove all carvings and throw them at you without reservation. I love you, I can't breathe, I love you, I'm crazy. It's too strong, I can't take it, and your name keeps echoing in my whimpering, all about you, I remember, I love. I know, one day last year, on May 12, you changed your hairstyle in the morning to go out. Your hair was shining like the sun, do you understand now? Now, can you imagine? Do you feel my soul? I climbed a little in this darkness. Tonight, it is really beautiful and gentle. I want to make it clear to you, you listen to me, it's too strong, even in my humblest thoughts, I didn't expect this, and now I can only die. Because of these words I said, they trembled among the branches, and I felt the lovely trembling of your hand, passing down the jasmine branch. Ah, death is coming, and this drunkenness is because of me, I want nothing but a kiss. A kiss, first of all, what does it mean? Almost an oath, a more certain promise, a confession to confess. The rosy bit in the word "love", the secret of love from the ear to the lips, the eternal moment in the buzzing, the sacrament of flowers, the way the soul can breathe, and through the lips the soul can taste .
Roseanne: We've all been hurt, and I've had my scars, always sensitive, right here.
Cyrano: Roseanne, farewell, I'm going to die. I believe it is this night, my dear, that I will die, with love for you nowhere to speak, no more, no more intoxicated eyes. My eyes are full of trembling joy, I just want to miss your gestures, recall the familiar bits and pieces that touch your forehead. I want to shout, shout, oh my dear, dear baby, my love. My heart will always be with you, and I, even in another world, will still love you.
Roseanne: It's me who brought you misfortune, it's me.
Cyrano: On the contrary, I am destined to not be cared for by women. My mother thinks I am ugly, and I have no sisters. Then I am afraid of the mocking eyes of my lover. At least I have a friend like you, you are my life. A touch of shadow.
Cyrano: I'm going to climb this milky moonlight, no more souls to expel, I can see Socrates and Galileo, philosophers, naturalists, poets, swordsmen, musicians, travelers in the sky , a sharp response, and a lover, not for money. Hercules-Savignan, where Dessihano de Bergerac rests, spent his life searching, but found nothing. See, Moonlight has come to pick me up. Don't stop me, only trees? She is here, my limbs seem to be filled with lead, she is about to come, facing her, I have to hold a sword in my hand, what do you say, this is a moth to a flame. I know that we have no hope of victory in the battle. Despair makes this moment of fighting the fire even more gorgeous. Who are you? You thousands of people, remember, you are my old rivals, cheating, despicable, and giving in, I know you will wait for me here, it doesn't matter, I will continue to fight, fight, you took me away Everything, my honor, my love, and yet I'm all gone. Tonight, when I entered the Lord's dwelling, when my redemption crossed the blue threshold, what I took from you neat and unsullied was my pride.
I'm about to go to the West....I'm going to cross the blue threshold of heaven...Many people I love and love are all there, I can meet Socrates, Galileo... The migratory is too empty, the tongue battles the orator, and exchanges the experience with the lover.
Cyrano Paglak's tombstone is inscribed: He is all-powerful and incompetent, and now I'm gone....Sorry I don't have time to delay. Have you seen? The moonlight is already shining on my future...No one can leave me...Only the woods guide my way...
The god of death is coming, I feel like my hands and feet are as heavy as a stone. When the god of death is coming, I will meet him... With a long sword, I will meet him... What? Say I was in vain? I know that the fight is not for victory, it is better to be in vain! ... where are you holy? There are so many people here! I recognize you! All enemies! hypocritical! cowardly! compromise! ...you always have the upper hand on me! It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! Oh...I will fight tirelessly! You take everything, osmanthus and rosettes! I do not care! There's one thing you can't take away... Heavenly Father's Mirror! Tonight I can finally come to the Lord without fear and pay homage with a pure and flawless diamond heart! I will ignore obstacles, I will get... my... crown of glory!
My heart is divided into two halves, one half is left to my wife because of the responsibility, the other half is left under the new bridge, and I miss you with this life
That thing in life may be the real beginning only after a period of unforgettable time, but sometimes I think about it, and it's just regrets.
Cyrano: I've been making wedding dresses all my life. Remember the night Christian came to your balcony? That was the most important moment of my life. However, I was in the shadows, letting others climb up and kiss the beautiful woman.
This letter of love, I have thought over and over in my heart a hundred times, until everything is ready, I put my soul next to the paper, I just follow it and transcribe it again. I am between your palms, this paper is my voice; this ink is my blood; this letter is me.
Believe that my heart has not retreated from the high fever? Believe that in front of you, my heart only calls out? And if kisses can be delivered in words, ma'am, then with your lips, read my letter.
Cyrano: My nose precedes me by fifteen minutes.
Cyrano: My nose came 15 minutes before me.
Cyrano: My dear love, I never loved you!
Cyrano: My dear love, I never loved you!
Cyrano: I made a mess of everything, even my death.
Cyrano: I messed up everything, even my death.
Cyrano: My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.
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