Escape from the endless slump of the next-door couple, you can imagine the years of quarrel, sit across from you, look at each other and smile. It all started out simple and cliché. When he sent out an invitation to say that when you are old, remember the men in your life, think of me, and find that your husband is not bad, and you have missed nothing. She burst out laughing, brewing something. He said come on come on, and he had hopeless expectations in his eyes, but for her, it was an escape. Okay, go all out. Vienna, the dream begins.
She asked, do you think there are couples who never quarrel? He said yes, I know happy couples who cheat on each other. Squares, museums, buses, alleys, more often they just walk side by side, walking, it seems that the city has no end and time will not rush. Although the ambiguous warm current in the cramped CD shop audition room melted the embarrassing ice, and even though the Ferris wheel under the setting sun has printed a kiss that may never be forgotten in this life, there is still something lying there. Do not go. what do you hate? The war, the media, the compliments of the Yankees... Talk about your childhood, about my family, about your friends, about my classmates, and even about someone the ghost knows, but not about yourself. Can you get a little closer?
50 shillings, a palm reading, she was content, he was brooding. cockfighting? Little boy who can't get a milkshake? It was always on the verge of being teased. For 50 shillings, go to a noisy bar to cover up your inner roar. She once cried in the alley and said, I don't think God is in people like us, not in you or in me, he must exist in this distance between us, and make unremitting efforts for communication and exchange . It turned out that they each had a period of self-defeating, it turned out that they each had a pitiful ex, like marbles in their hands, even if they encountered obstacles and were bruised, no matter how hard they struggled and jumped, they were eventually thrown out of the door by their self-confessed love and eliminated from the game.
So, is tonight a sweet dream? Can it be over?
C'est bien, et toi?...Hey, rude?...You have to role-play like a child running a house to speak out what's hot inside. The little finger used as a microphone rubbed his chin, the tenderness in his eyes and the sweetness on his lips described as if it was love at first sight, a fate.
Not so.
In the paintings on the posters of the telephone poles, the faces of the characters are blurred, looming under the shadow of the environment, and the outlines gradually dissipate. The love of this night, the dream of this night, is far from reality. "Time seems to be our own." Blonde tramps with cigarettes in their mouths, chanting poems for them by the Danube, where did you come from and where are you going? The heart is clearly nostalgic, but pretends to be free and easy. The so-called "rational and mature agreement" will never be contacted again. As a result, there was still body temperature on the grass, and there were still murmurs floating in the alley, but it was like those two trains running flat. It seemed that sparks were flying, but in fact it was not disturbed, but it was a borrowing. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. When they first arrived in Vienna, they told Mr. Cow that he was here for honeymoon, and they were immediately dismantled, but in the end they really spent a sweet night under the bright and clear moonlight. Waking up in the morning, the harpsichord played the finale, he and she stared at each other for a long time, like a Quaker wedding that two rebellious and unbelieving people love together.
Until the train is roaring about to set off, until tears fill my eyes and my heart hurts, until thousands of words are stuck in my throat, I can only I mean, you know...I know, I know, there will not be the closest embrace and the most Urgent greetings, how could I not want to see you again, I like you, I have always liked you, I have liked you since I sat next to you and got off the train with you.
Goodbye when Vienna is frozen.
Love wakes up from a dream before dawn, nothing happened, everything has happened.
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