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Remembered some distant things, being with her feels like a dream.
Why don't you ever eat lunch? Do you only have milk and bread in the morning? I made you milk tea a few times, and you didn't even wash the cup when you returned.
Hmph, lazybones.
The Wonton left on the desk, did you eat it? What flavor does milk tea like to drink? Why were you crying that night? What kind of ancient costume drama are you watching? Which game is that? I remember you were smiling and saying something to them, why can't I ever hear it clearly.
Ah, so many people are hindering us. When can I hug you in front of everyone? But I never asked.
It's okay, I still have a chance.
It's okay, you're right by my side.
I look in the mirror and see you smiling through the reflection. Have I ever told you how cute you are, like a little rabbit, so petite and mischievous. When you smile, your eyes squint, so please don't cry anymore. When you eat, your cheeks move up and down like a hamster, others may think I'm silly smiling in the back, they don't understand, but you do.
Do you remember that one time you wore a light green long dress, and you captivated me in an instant. Just like the first time I saw you. My beloved, hair cascading like falling snow, graceful as flowing light. Yet you never greeted me, surrounded by those girls, like stars around the moon.
"Why do I comb the doll's hair for you? When I gaze at you from behind, as you comb your hair. Do you know, the light is flowing. She repeatedly ties your long hair for you, and I should do the same. There are many more things I want to tell you, many more things you have never cared about. But it's okay, I still have a chance."
It's okay, you're still by my side.
The books half-spread on the windowsill, pages pecked by birds and then flown away. The wind continues to blow, countless times, but it still doesn't disperse. I, I don't want to cry in front of you, I don't want to. That night, your shadow under the dim street lamp, keys jingling at your waist.
"Let's go back to the classroom," you hooked my hand, like the veil of a bride being lifted, you said so.
"Let's go back to the classroom," you said, but I didn't respond. The slanting sun chuckled in broken steps, and time didn't age because of you. "How can I be confused by leaving, yet I see the moon's brightness. Suddenly, the wings fan the wind."
The strange poem on the old letter, I didn't understand. You asked me with a casual smile if I remembered the lost line. "In the flickering light and shadow, cut through the spring breeze," flashed through my mind. I knew it wasn't relevant. "If it weren't summer, I really want to hug you more." "What does that have to do with summer?"
"It's hot."
Yes, many times we are sweating profusely. "I really like lying here and counting the stars, it's a kind of luck." The washing machine is laboriously churning beside me, and there are your words.
"When there are stars, just look up and you can see them, right?"
"But this is a rented house, the stars are always in the sky, but not everyone can see them, yet I happen to be able to gaze at them from here."
I saw the stars, when you looked up at the night sky, when the bright wind blew, I was sure, I saw them too. So, your words also gave me a dream:
And then,
I dreamt that they were spinning around me.
My heart feels itchy.
They are some stars, yellow ones, right?
I dreamt that they were spinning around me.
The light reflected on my face, like entwined neon lights, sorrowful and warm.
I held one of them and asked,
"Why?"
No one answered
Only the silence of the night
It is crystal clear, like misty glass.
I asked it, "Why?"
But there was no answer, the wind passed by.
The sky started to drizzle again, the stars accompanied me home.
But there's nothing to say.
The night is dark, raindrops jump and fall again.
The road ahead seems familiar, I walk by instinct.
A door appeared, at some unknown time.
It left, and you could feel it without turning back.
It left, along with those warm stars.
At night, when I lie in bed, when I close my eyes,
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