On the night when I ran around with Gitanjali, I felt that there were really a group of foreign affairs leaders, because I suddenly understood why they wanted to design the street lamps as orange, soft and black. It turns out that they not only have to defend the lovers who have walked through the night, especially the hand that is placed on the girl's shoulder, but also cover up the sadness of all the waiters.
The night we watched silently outside their happy door, I really didn't think I should come. I really shouldn't have sat next to you when I came. I really shouldn't be silent when I sit next to you. After I was silent, I really shouldn't have been waiting. While waiting, I really shouldn't stubbornly use an innocent but meaningless gesture.
I saw the rain before I finished the stairs that night, and then I walked into the rain and walked to the lake. That was the first time I read about the sadness of the rain in Xi 'an that night. I only know that it doesn't rain heavily in Xi 'an at the foot of Qinling Mountain, but it rains in Mao Mao when it does. At that time, I thought the rain in Xi 'an was lingering, or suitable for lingering, but I was wrong again.
In the rain, I watched the rain fall on the lake through my rain curtain. In the pure darkness and tranquility gradually surrounded by midnight, I let my thoughts fly to my hometown thousands of miles away. At the last moment of Double Ninth Night, I dare not miss my lover, only thinking of my brother in Shandong.
Listening to their happy songs in the corner, I suddenly feel that the greatest thing about pop songs is that no matter what kind of mood, you can find an ideal interpretation in pop songs, and then you can embed all your ideas in them. To be clear, among so many popular songs, there is always one that can represent your mood.
Especially sad songs and sad people. In some lonely moments.
I told you, these words. After returning from the lake, I slept and woke up. After the rainy night, I sat in front of the computer and listened to the floating scenery again and again.
I said, there are some popular songs that can be deeply loved, such as Floating Scenery. Lin's lyrics are not gorgeous at all. Wu Lecheng's songs are pure enough to make angels fall. His songs are slightly childish, but just right.
I send this song to all the sad and lonely people.
I didn't feel cold until I forgot to take an umbrella and met my friend in slippers on the way to the restaurant, and I passed by when I reacted. Then I thought, have I been doing something deliberately? Many people often do things on purpose without realizing it.
I seem to be wrong again. Since you can't detect it, it's not intentional. However, what I want to express seems to be a subtle intention. I'm a little confused My mood and brain will never be good in rainy days, especially now. Please don't mind. I continued.
I, too, have been silent. I seem to have only said three sentences by three o'clock in the afternoon.
"A dollar of steamed bread and fifty cents of porridge. "
"Two-dollar buns, take them away."
And "Turn off the lights, Aaron, I'm going to bed."
I seem to have been trying to shut myself in my own space, close my eyes and listen to my loss.
This kind of deliberate, just like walking along the quiet river and singing sad songs when lonely, spending a long time looking back at those strange footprints on the river bank, then leaving a sigh in the wind like a dream, then walking back silently along the river and stepping on those footprints. Write down these words, walk back along the river, pick up the lost thoughts next to the first footprint, and wonder if I woke up from my dream.
Sort out these feelings and let them fall into words. Now I suddenly feel that I have given them a sense of confession that I have never tried before. Did I tell you?
It was dawn after waiting for you for the first time, and my roommate told me, why the fuck did you talk in your sleep last night? I froze. I don't know. I thought about it and asked, did I use dialect or Mandarin? It's a pity that he didn't hear you clearly. I'm thinking, if I use a dialect, I'm homesick. If I use Mandarin, I think I'm just talking to you.
Are these my messy dreams, too Did you hear that? Let me know when you hear it. I've been here.
Waiting.
If you can give me a smile.
I think I have a cold. I should go back.
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