Thee myriads ofchangesof natural image, there is always an invisible line, pulling back home.
The invisible line being crossed is not on the back of the speaker's teeth, but in the listener's brain.
The world's only a name, so I am very worried about, like an invisible line, a head firmly in my heart, a grip in your hands!
The world's only a name, will make me feel dolorous, as it has a root invisible line, a head firmly in my heart, a head clenched in your hands.
I felt that there were invisible lines between my spirit and the spirits of others.
