In this world, we never forget the reverberations we want to hear, but most of the time it is just the comfort we want to indulge in ourselves.
After more than 4,000 days and nights have passed, apart from alienation, what is left between us? The greetings written carefully, the unwillingness to mention the change of address, the few words on the postcard, whether written or read, I am afraid that I will open Pandora’s box without care, and the blooming brilliance no one cares, each other Fear of emotions that cannot be faced.
Why did you come back after leaving? Because I wanted to untie my heart knot when I was dying, I stood in front of me and found that it was already a majestic mountain. The Fool who wanted to use the rest of his life to move the mountain, counted down the bitterness that passed by every minute, and the confusion he couldn’t express himself. Others even more. At a loss as to what to do, even if there is blood flowing in the blood vessels that can involve each other. The labyrinth in the wilderness ran wildly without daring to shout, using all his strength to chop down the unclear boulder, but no one pierced the piece of paper in front of the atrium. Maybe we are all used to that distance and forget how to confess.
So they can only play popular songs they loved when they were young, awkwardly twisting their stiff bodies, and trying their best to talk about the trivial things they wanted to say, as if they were afraid that the sound could not cover up the embarrassment that no one knew how to answer after you said it. . Have you forgotten the nervousness of the mother, the expectation that the younger sister is on the verge of collapse, and the endless anger of the elder brother? You put aside so many years of the past, in this short time, how can you quietly flow, even if there is no resentment, only happiness, and everything that overflows is only sad in the end.
So, you have to touch the old mattress that can’t lie down, and the raised dust jumps and sinks in the small room, even they choose to be as silent as you, you think of your face in the time you have forgotten too long, listening to the psychedelic The music, smoking marijuana and cocaine, the joy after orgasm blurred like an illusion in her mind. Then she quietly opened the window and left, piercing the condensation on the glass with her fingers, projecting a broken smile and youth, and There is an indigo behind me who does not know whether it is evening or dawn. Then she was rudely told by her brother that she had died of cancer, and the phantom that had witnessed the good times disappeared completely. The journey home in the car was longer and more tormented than in 12 years.
It’s just a lunch, and it’s not the end of the world. You keep comforting yourself. The camera moves on everyone’s face. You can see the slight trembling of their expressions, but you can’t see the twitching of their fingers or the trembling of their backs. Too close, we can see even less, what we snoop into each other, after all, are the doors of our hearts that have long been closed to each other.
The footless bird finally fell into the fear of a strange mansion, just like breaking into the old self who was already crippled and defeated. This fragment of life is excerpted, unable to put so many causes and effects, exhausted return. , In the end, only a broken hug, a lonely and timid soul, how can it be possible to get the warmth and love that has never been touched in an instant?
I like the ending that can't be said goodbye, just like the silence that an introverted child finally chooses. In the end of the world and in the cold wonderland, no one wants to listen to whether the cup of coffee in the airport is cold.
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