There are some things in the world that you will know as soon as you see them. They are yours and you have the same temperament with them. They are slender and lonely. As long as you have feelings for them, you will blow them away and they will fade away in an instant.
Fading away. We also see that the silhouettes of pedestrians on the street are like falling flowers, like the last beauty. So. Kurosawa Hikaru said to me: I finally find the bright and beautiful outside myself, to be at peace with others and myself, but only to
At this time, we no longer feel the connection with our predecessors, and already feel sad for our predecessors.
I saw yellow leaves floating in the deep afternoon, and the thick smell of smoke spread throughout the room. I saw long crack lines following the impression, but it had become more broken. I could feel it everywhere. The two people’s faces were transparent.
Shadow. Maybe, that's just what I thought. Therefore, I also remembered that I told Pan Xiao before that I never knew what it was like to approach each day. I only clearly remember this feeling. Maybe everyone does too.
I feel so. What's more, I find myself still standing in the same place. So close. So far. It's like leaving is leaving, coming back is coming back.
17:20, Mid-Autumn Festival;
I was watching the crimson leaves falling from a small maple tree.
Kurosawa Hikaru called me to invite me to a nightclub and told me to go there.
He said he would introduce me to the singer.
When I came to the parking lot of DK, I saw Kurosawa Hikaru's girlfriend. She suddenly waved to me with a graceful gesture:
This slim girl was wearing a black windbreaker, pencil pants, a retro-colored silk scarf and a handbag. When I entered the nightclub, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass facing them. I saw a few beauties in the middle of the stage, numbering 2-4
People in groups, wearing sexy vests, perform topless dance performances. When I walk through other corridors, I will smell the aroma of marijuana passing by; there are many people around, bustling and bustling; but these friends of Kurosawa Hikaru
Regardless of the DJ's interests, we gathered in the corner to chat about the latest hot news. Because I like to drink mezcal with a strong taste, my stomach suddenly twitched and I was in a trance, and my whole body suddenly felt like it was abandoned. So I closed my eyes and seemed to see
The room is full of Zabia japonicas; just like sadness that passed by suddenly before, but leaves, stays, and leaves again and again. Clearly and unrestrained. Remember. And then don’t want to forget. I think we are too small and lonely.
No one here knows me, and I don’t know anyone on the streets. I feel that Yaoyuan is strange to a certain extent, and nothingness leads to nothingness. In this way, in the things I love, all my life. Everything else is...
It seems fake. The so-called high love is just to fulfill oneself. So I hope that we will never forget each other.
It seems that it has never changed, but is different. In fact, I am not sure what I can catch. Whether I can catch it.
I was born in the 1980s. I like avant-garde poetry. It is always entangled and contradictory, so bright and intense. I suppress my strong material desires and live alone in the humid and obscure Jishou City in Xiangxi. Occasionally, I will use clean white A4 paper, blue
Black Ink corresponded with Kondo Mei, and I have never forgotten what she said to me: Dear, if you love me, please don’t come to me.
I still remember that Kondo Mei came to visit me one evening. We talked about the thorny life. She said that in the end, I was the only one left in this matter. Moreover, some appeared in front of me, and most followed behind.
I think we are protected by the shadow. If we don't find what we are looking for, who knows it will be powerless and will never come back. What about me? I will follow you.
It is more like seeing the whole world collapse in front of us, and the contrast of this color is particularly prominent. It is so short-lived. I saw that her skin was tight on her well-defined face, without any damage. It also allowed me to see my own
Thin. I think. That’s exactly how we live. There are no transitions, only directions close to each other.
They were so close together and were covered with images. But now I also understand Kondo Mei’s words, as if I have never heard a warm story from her mouth. I think some men or
Like me, especially those who show rejection to themselves, they want to break with what they have gained from it, and they have not received psychoanalysis. Therefore, the so-called abandonment is only denying us, rather than truly getting rid of these things.
The processes that occur in the dark, they are chaotically suffered and controlled by us, and this limitation constitutes the relevant fragments.
Now, I'm sitting in the booth where I sat yesterday. At this moment, the singer came out from behind the stage. Black high heels, light makeup, and disheveled hair. Next, she sang Tsai Qin's song in a low voice:
It's like rain falling on my heart/The feeling is so mysterious/I can't help but raise my head and look at you/But you don't show any trace/It's unforgettable
My feelings for her suddenly made a sound in the darkness, just like the aesthetic image of the impressionist master: quiet and clear. A few minutes later, I watched her walk down to the roar of applause, next to Kurosawa Hikari
Next to my girlfriend, she asked, how is my singing?
Kurosawa Hikaru's girlfriend said to her: You look beautiful! I looked at her straight bangs blocking her eyes, her long eyelashes, darker, white dress, gentle, quiet, and a faint smile on her face.
I think that kind of beauty is unique. I remember that she also said to us that the most successful thing is not this intersection, but that we remain indifferent and remain unchanged. It’s just that I am happy, but she is not.
, seems to be falling, and keeps falling like this. It seems to be a gradual understanding, and I understand that I am still not afraid of these, but what I am afraid of is living the same life alone forever.