with me, I'm not mature enough. It
turns out that not all stories have a clear ending." He really just sang to himself. During the day he sings the songs people like, and he does that for a living. In order to get back the piano case containing the change, he had to run wildly on the street. Yes, he is so down, shabby, and hard. But after catching up, there was no scolding, no punching and kicking, and even gave the other party money. At night, he sang songs he wrote. He said that no one listened to this kind of song, so he could continue singing without being disturbed. Anyone who faces the night alone can understand that feeling. She. She came over, she said she liked it, she said it was nice. It's not flattery, it's genuine approval, a feeling I know best. She knew it was a song he wrote to his girlfriend, and he said she was gone. She doesn't get bored of her asking too much because he's been alone for too long. He & She It was their first time meeting. He. He sat on his bed against the wall, plucked the strings carelessly, and sang songs he had written. The affection that remained in the bottom of my heart just flowed out completely and naturally like water. This is enough to know how much he misses the person who left. Missing is already tormenting enough, and he wants to make a phone call, an unanswered call. It's always like this. Everyone has started another life. One person is still thinking about it. She. She dragged the broken vacuum cleaner and walked down the street with him like no one else. They walked side by side, talked happily, and ate together. Self-contained scenery. She wrote lyrics for the songs he wrote, and the CD player ran out of power, so she ran out late at night to buy batteries. She walked on the deserted streets, contentedly listening to his music on the CD player, singing the freshly filled lyrics. The long road, the silent night, and the paranoid she is lonely and beautiful.
People who are obsessed are full of vitality. Under the splendid expression, a heart that used to be difficult for the sea. Sensibility is not wrong, but to throw away rationality is sin.
He & She
made a record together before he left. They all know that they can't go together and have no future. So on the hill that looked at the sea together, when he asked her, "Do you love him (her husband)?" she said in Czech, "I love you". He didn't understand, and she wouldn't tell him directly. This cannot be said.
Between two people, there is such a love that there is no future. When you meet it, give up.
In the days when the clouds are light and the wind is light, he/she is the scenery that never goes away in the heart.
There are some things you can't do with people, not because you don't have people around you who can do it together, but just because you feel best doing it. The feeling is retained in the memory, and will be activated by others again and again in the future, but it can only be silently alive in my heart.
The obstacles created by the unpredictable future full of infinite possibilities cannot be broken, and they have to be endured.
The romantic things they did together, the restrained love between them, their unspoken struggles.
Without seeing the light, they just stayed in the silent night and in their respective hearts, marking the "once".
"This post commemorates the whole summer and this peaceful afternoon soaked in three bottles of joy and a can of beer"
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