Quietly sad rain stopped, a few nights later in a frenzy. Gloom slowly scattered, and in a few day after condensation. Once again, a hideous monster toward the sun the earth, but a few night sleeping people happy, and tractor Heartbreakers issued to roar, I do not know when they started the operation stop
Heat filled my heart again, it has no chance of cooling the heart no longer breathing, but slowly frozen, despite the sweat from his forehead Kuangyong earth.
A few days ago, the heart still kept trembling, hoarse cough with TV drama, the mouth from time to time to spill out of the dark red heart in the mad rush has been for several days. Always good to cover up in front of his family, even her mother did not discover that it is cold, but this time they could no longer avoid, because the three TWO cough so I have to climb on the bed, blue sheets also left a little bit of dark red.
Mother panicked, and when I opened his eyes again, straining, but found that around one white, the first is found in blood-red eyes, is the mother! The doctor gave the mother’s answer is I can not imagine a “serious cause fatigue caused by cold ischemia.” I do not have the opportunity to mother cried again, climbs up to take off his coat was covered with a few annoying accompanied by a piece of rag that night and went out straight. Know my mother, lying on there, until I moved to the door of the hospital was called: to bring the money!
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Kiss me once again the silence of my cabin, repeat do not know how long the action has been, I lay on the bed, silently enjoying the loneliness brings me joy! Despite the outside of the door as if to knock on the door to destroy endless!
“Cold, ischemic,” once again confused mother even if money for that witch craft their own. Which has continued for several days of bright red dots to understand then who can? Even I do not know why …
Like the silence of the night huddled in a corner clutching blankets, lit a cigarette, to smoke with everything, cover everything! Said to be used alone, but I still used to, trying to hold the quilt actively look for that and her sense of dependence, can still Xunbu Dao trace, down quilt inexplicable emptiness they feel, I do not know how long this can used to. Occasionally waking up from a dream, but the eyes still closed, once again embrace the quilt in his arms, still can quilt the quilt, but she disappeared, I can not open eyes, but reluctantly opened his eyes: a dream still, lonely still!
The mother will not know me, my mother brought her, I always smile, and his mother was only pretending that some very common words to comfort me. No, not comfort, that inspired me, not motivation, is to stimulate I can barely smile, who knows it is installed out of it, but behind it is immense pain too! Do not understand my mother had carefully savor, every time my difficulties, my mother is talking about a very public, I was naive to think that my mother know, in the end really do not understand my mother, or mother literacy limits the words do her? This time I really do not understand!
Children ran barefoot on the street, I saw her shadow, she said, “She likes children”; the fields of purple flowers in full bloom I saw her shadow, she said, “her favorite purple”; that slowly walk through the water, I saw her again, she walk barefoot in the water; branches hung with no mature apricot, I saw her again, we see that in that park in the Abstract Acid Sese unknown fruit, she said, “She likes the taste of sour.” …Many, many, everywhere is her shadow, whether it is deliberate, I would like her, but she left me too much!
I’m afraid of rain, but eager to rain. I’m afraid once again the scene of the meeting since we parted, but could do nothing. Long rains, because once again you can look back on our last walk in the gentle rain. Gentle still, can hold in our hands is a lot of air, nestled in the side I was the only solid wall that generous.
I always was a crazy, brutal madman, could not bear to slowly increase heart in pain, simply assume and assert wantonly ravaged his body, so that physical pain to cover up the pain that the soul, even sad little slower, even scarred!
Said girl met fell in love with the tears of love, me? What reason, though not falling in love with tears, but also in love with the tears, I’ll never strong to choking, because the tears in the throat of the condensation is so uncomfortable, simply let her flow, let her countless times that a repeat slip traces and into the earth.
Inadvertently see the distraction with the palms, only to find the skin has changed hands several times, still have some bear the loneliness left his body, who took my hand carefully to those who are already out of the flesh Peel, who vowed that “your hand will get better too!” Who loud in my ear said, “Peacock” mean?
May 21, we encounter is how the days of fairy tales, June 22, our parting is how painful. Lunar New Year on June 22 should be her brother’s birthday, the Lunar June 22 is my grandmother passed away the day. Why do these figures are so special, a coincidence or God specifically for my fairy tale wedding gown knitting.
A whole month, the depth of our feelings in the end?
Who can answer I do not know, I just remember: I have been caused by my own feelings and her cheating pain and sadness of tears; have a firm and because of her tears fell on the stairs; have spoken time and time again because of her “I’m sorry” and nestled in her arms because she had tears …tears and tears
Zheng Yankan than those who did not come out of love and frustrated man. However, when I toss and turn at night, when again and again bring pen, but also find themselves frustrated, but frustration is only that the floor behind the cigarette.
Pain, and love; love, go; gone, pain, and tears …to cry! Never really experienced love, bye, only to find that he was so loved charity, so seriously. Parting, and loss, and how to live my days alone, I do not know how long I …
