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In the room where the misty blue and deep stillness dwelled, I didn't tell her about that dream when I opened my eyes. The waves-like ripples on her face mirrored the sea.
We were both dreaming one thing.
Every time we saw the indescribably beautiful scenery, our hearts involuntarily felt a sense of sadness. Only real things can move people deeply; it's only fake things that make us feel beautiful.
And at this moment, her eyes, like a still coffin, are before me.
When the fireworks of the summer night burst in the sky, her splendid pupils give birth to a brightness that I cannot describe. I can almost hear the faint gasp. Light, in motion. The gentle evening breeze passes by, and this beautiful scene, in an instant, vanishes into eternity.
Hey, I can hear your heartbeat. Through the tightly held hands of the two, along the arms, even my heart is beating. Let go of the hand, and someone will die.
In eternity, there are countless moments, and within each moment, there are countless eternities. I long to hold your hand and talk about countless dreams of eternity.
I'm willing.
"This is my first time seeing fireworks."
In the gap of words, Yao said, "With you." In that downward glance, I heard this.
Hand in hand with the crowd, we formed a circle and danced. It was the first time I liked humans so much. Perhaps I felt something indescribable burning or something. I wanted to cry again, shouting with the same song as everyone else. Except for the hands held in the palm, everything else was blurred in the swaying. I always end up in tears.
Love, embrace, with her.
All will.
Why do I always shed tears.
Wake up, yawn
Parting is of course why we meet,
But it makes people feel difficult.
"I will spend many more summers in the future."
Her eyes glanced over, and in the corner of my eye, I heard it.
"In the future, there will be many more summers."
"Ouch, the little rabbit scratched my palm."
"That's not right."
"Huh?"
"In the future, we will have many summers together."
The sky was raining, and there was a hint of coldness pouring down on me. I was too lazy to resist as she pulled my tight clothes. The flames hissed and emitted a choking smoke. Everyone walked back while chatting and laughing.
"Hey, the last time we hid from the rain like this..."
I have a distant memory in my mind that I want to tell her about.
"In reality, it's not like that. But it feels like it was in elementary school."
"So long?"
"With my friend, in the mountains and fields. Hmm... I used to find it difficult to say the word 'friend.' Friendship, love, all the gentle things make me blush too much."
"Then what about me?"
The little guy jumps around in front of me, spinning around and around.
Oh my, why are you like this?
Hahahaha... "You only make me feel sad..."
But, my dear, you only make me feel sad.
Hmph, how could I possibly speak my mind?
But I really like you, truly.
"You make me feel alive."
She no longer turns, gazing at me with deep, profound eyes, like a tranquil stream.
Living is what brings sadness. Without you, I would become numb. You stopped me from dying, my dear.
You make me feel alive, you make me feel sad.
The little rabbit doesn't speak anymore, I understand that this is too oppressive.
The love of someone who has nothing is always too heavy, because they always give their all. Even if they exhaust themselves, they still have the same shell. Gentle, like a discarded teddy bear. A fleeting glance can reveal the time behind, but it's of no use except to make one's heart ache.
"So from now on, we'll be together!"
How come you're laughing and smiling again all of a sudden? The overly affectionate words make it feel unreal.
But
"I will love you forever."
Believing or not believing in such words seems unable to diminish the radiance of the words themselves. Promises may not change because of people, but making too many vows can become a curse. The weight of language is enough to bring peace to people, but the significance of words can bring solace. A calm heart can heal three thousand afflictions.
Like the raging wind, resolute in thought, and the dust settles, ceasing all movement.
"Yay 3:1 - we won!"
Under the still clear night sky, she still smiles, and the wind still blows.
Time, still.
Feeling,
Still.
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