I know I am not a good recorder, but I like to look back on the road I have traveled more than anyone else. I not only looked back, but also rushed forward angrily.
If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
If God wants to destroy a person, he will go crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why hasn't God killed me?
5. Will the love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?
6. In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.
7. Once you laugh, I can be happy for several days, but once you cry, I will be sad for several years.
8. Things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten in the process of our obsession.
9. Lonely people always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.
10. Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like talking anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again.
1 1. I count your smiles every day, but when you are in Lian Xiao, you are so lonely. They say your smile is beautiful and undeveloped.
12. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future?
13. I once had a smile in my life, but it dissipated like a fog. That smile became a raging river deeply buried in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my desperate song day and night.
14. The noise and light in the world and the happiness and happiness in the world are like a clean stream. In the wind, in front of my eyes, it is as warm as spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy, not sad. ...
15. The wind blows like a flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament in my life. Looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
16. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.
17. hide in a certain time and miss the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
18. Take my hand and close your eyes, so you won't get lost.
19. If one day we are not together, we should be together.
20. Some things haven't finished yet, so forget it. Everyone is a king, dominating in his own world. You don't listen to me, but you don't want me to listen to you either.
2 1. I forgot which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Weixiao smiled and stared at my face sadly. We laughed and said that we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact we were already swept away silently by the torrent.
22. Some people will be engraved in memory forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.
23. Those who say they will never part have already been scattered all over the world.
24. Children associated with words will never be happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the skylight, but still refusing to come back.
You will never see me when I am loneliest, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.
26. The space where songs are formed is free, allowing years to come and go, so the faces of people who are still protected have never changed, and there is a huge and endless hatred.
27. One day I will walk away from you silently. I missed a lot, and I was always sad alone.
28. I look at you smiling, silent, proud and lost, just like now, so I am happy with you, and I am sad with you, but I have always stood in the present, and you will always stay in the past.
29. If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and bow our heads slowly, while listening to the story of never getting old.
I forgot which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Weixiao smiled and stared at my face sadly. Will the love carved behind the back of the chair bloom like flowers on the concrete floor in a windless forest?
3 1. Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.
When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings. 1. Some things that I can hardly remember now began in that pale and lonely winter.
Days like this.
The blindfolded fault can only see the near future.
Every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives are consumed too early, revealing the wrinkled and hard stone inside.
The strong wind suddenly blew from the darkness, and suddenly it seemed to take away all the temperature.
The cold of the ice age.
Instantly disappearing light
People will become weak in the dark. Become angry easily and tremble easily.
I also forgot whether the world is quiet or not.
Some things between people are isolated, so it is easy to cut a deep gully between people, rain, and then become a river, and there is no way to cross it.
I don't know how many winters have passed like this.
All people, with their pale faces upturned, are waiting for the distant spring in the paler and lonelier sky.
Those sad feelings hidden in the center of the earth, along the soles of the feet, seem to be connected to the circuit and flow into the limbs. Full body movement, waving to the sharp sky. Those emotions, pulled up, piled up around the eyes and were about to flow out.
I really want to leave here.
I really want to go further quickly.
But are you alone or with me?
In fact, how long and cold the night is. Those lights, those sunrises, those morning fogs will appear on time.
In the vast sea of people in the distance, the boy with a bicycle turned around and whispered, hey, do you want to go home together?
Tender for an infinite time.
Immersed in infinite tenderness for a long time.
All the time.
In fact, no matter what it is, it will change from bright red to dark color in the relentless consumption of time, and eventually collapse into powder, just like this kind of blood.
Young body. And the decay of death. It's just a matter of time consumption.
Eager for consumption.
In this way, it seems that everything is not so difficult.
5] Flowers that bloom in winter will wither quickly?
Well, it doesn't really matter.
I dreamed about you.
I can't stop dreaming about you again and again.
In the dream, we were lying on the river, as calm as puppets, without breathing or heartbeat.
Or a dead friend.
Do you really want to leave my world at once?
Hard and serious, I want to escape from this space where I exist.
5] Why are you crying?
That's it.
Actually, I understand this feeling.
Because I used to yell at you very close.
Then you are in my cry, heading in the direction ahead, and slowly I am far away.
It is also because there is no media. Connect our media. A medium that can transmit my voice into your body.
The sad river flows slowly in the dark. Drowned all the youth and time that had no time to escape.
You could have run away.
But you stayed here and let the river surge up until it capsized from the top of your head.
With sound and light, there is no time to escape from this sad river.
In fact, nothing in this world can absolutely hurt you.
As long as you are cold enough, sudden enough and indifferent to everything.
As long as you slowly polish your heart into a bright and hard stone.
As long as you think you're dead.
Then, in this world, nothing can hurt you anymore.
I don't want to feel so much pain from others. Then don't give others so much love.
Those awakened memories, along every yellow face in the photo, attach the soul again.
Those reversed master tapes will re-stage countless yesterdays in the form of frame skipping, using the new house as a curtain.
Those heavy sadness, along each other with strong love and strong hatred engraved on the ring of life, counter-current into a river.
I really feel abandoned by the familiar world bit by bit.
When the world gave up on me, I slowly put it down.
There will never be such a morning again.
2 1. In my memory, you put your ear to my chest nervously and listened to my heartbeat.
Never left.
22. In fact, youth is such a pile of fragments.