Your hairline, your bracelet, your photo, your tail ring.
Today, I drew a card for you based on my memory. When I took out the photo of you in my wallet, I realized that the you in the picture were not you at all. I admit that I can't remember you anymore.
But please don't doubt, no one can wipe away the traces you left in my heart.
In the middle of the night, I still instinctively dialed your stop number four times to fall asleep, just because you said you like to hear me say good night.
In the early morning, I am still willing to open the curtains and then brush my teeth, just because you said that you like to appreciate the warm sun every day.
Every day I still used to mix some cheese in cat food before feeding mocha, just because you said you like it for no reason.
You left, the reason you gave me was so empty, just because you said you wanted to take pictures of emergency exits all over the world.
Today, April 5th, there were a lot of people flying kites in the square on Saturday. Lovers, children, friends, I brought a camera, and looked up to take pictures of every kite flying in the sky. In my mind, no matter how many kites are in the sky, they are drawn by different lines, so they are as lonely as I am. Thinking of this, I was afraid to look at the people around me, so I just looked up Escape from the lively crowd.
It doesn't matter what you miss, it doesn't matter. I try to quit you every day. But this is obviously useless. Because the content in my message board is all about you, about us, and every bit about us. In fact, I think of you, not to hold you tight, I'm just afraid you will forget that someone will love you forever.
I spent several days after April Fools' Day in a haunting manner. In the morning, I went to the electronic world to fetch the packaging bags for the optical discs. I sat on the bus alone and looked out. In fact, there was nothing attractive outside the window. I just went out on a routine basis. Look, I just want to avoid the strange faces of the people in the car. Those faces have panic expressions that make me panic. Every time I see these, the oil painting called "The Scream" pops up in my mind. I want to put all the indescribable feelings into the camera, and I am sure that one day I will always say something to those photos. It's just that I don't have time now, I just can't talk about it now. An hour later, I retrieved the objects and took the same bus back. There was a girl in the front row with a ponytail. I was born with a good affinity for ponytails.
Every afternoon at a quarter past three, I still squat by myself in the corner of the room farthest from the door, crying, standing next to me is a fallen Phoenix bamboo, which is always yellow and withered throughout the year. , There is no trace of anger, but it is always alive. It grows stubbornly, like extending the end of a certain day's life. Sometimes I see it as a dead-end object.
I think I passed the bad mood to you. I think maybe I should smile at it. I think at least I shouldn’t cry in front of it, but I never did it. These days have come to a point where I am incapable of reasoning. What is certain is that my current life is boring enough. After a while, I try to calm myself and restrain myself. The result is emptiness and confusion. what can we do about it?
There was a white sea in my mind.
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