Don't kill me with an emotional knife

Don't kill me with an emotional knife. The last sentence is Manchu torture. You choose.

"Don't kill me with an emotional knife" is a non-mainstream network expression. The full version is "you can choose Manchu torture, but don't kill me with an emotional knife;" The sword is only three points bitter. Don't kill me by emotional means. "

Don't kill me with an emotional knife, which means you can choose to torture me in the Qing Dynasty, but don't cheat me and hurt me with your feelings. The damage caused by the sword is only 30% of the suffering of life, but you hurt me with my cherished feelings, and that kind of pain is fatal.

In fact, this sentence doesn't necessarily mean to hurt you, but it can also be said that it broke the defense line and moved you to tears. For example, if you see an article about affection, and the content of the article touches you, you can say, "Don't kill me with the knife of affection." In fact, this meaning is more widely used.

Don't kill me with an emotional knife:

This stalk comes from a song "Kill me without emotion" released by MC Monk 20 16, which is adapted from the lyrics.

You said you were wrong, but you were. I said I forgot, but don't forget I was hurt.

Thank you for teaching me insomnia. Don't kill me with an emotional knife.

It's half past three in the morning, and he can't sleep. Maybe everything has become a habit, he just forgot what to do.

It is full of sadness and so similar. Maybe it's all about loneliness.

Am I too pessimistic, or am I too sad? The white jade hairpin I gave you has long been out of your mind.

Whether I am too tired or do something wrong, I feel this unspeakable taste again and again.

Like wind and rain, like sand, like a needle in the heart, suffering like a scar, like an emotional fool.

Like thunder and lightning beating in my heart like a sword, my voice is hoarse or crushed coldly.

I can't write it, but it makes me more and more sad. The bottomless sadness made me take something to break.

This is a fool's heartbreak and a stupid felony. Unconsciously, it has become a burden, and it is still insisting on matching.

Not worthy of him, how can he respect his choice, but still become the only persistence left by demons.

Whether it's persistence or stupidity, euphemism or falsehood, blaming yourself for being stupid is what you gave me.

The cigarette stubbed out the other one but didn't burn out my infatuation, which made my insomnia melt into this emotional poem.

If infatuation is parallel, burn your name. I never thought he would go from promiscuity to infatuation.

If love and hate can offset the pain and make waves, then kill me with one move. Please don't use the emotional knife.