The smell of the seaside, the corners of the skirt lifted by the faint wind, and the garter belts that are faintly visible under the skirt.
It's you, it's you, it's you...
the bicycle is so fast that I can't catch my breath, just to see you passing by, the corners of your lips, your eyebrows, your swaying posture, as if flowers are blooming.
I lost a fight with your classmates. beaten by dad.
Skipping classes, sitting in front of your house, imagining that you might come back and call me. beaten by dad.
For you, it seems to wake up from ignorance in an instant. Impatient to be a child again, steal Dad's clothes and use them to shorten them. beaten by dad.
But did he also have youth? Will he understand? From the moment I saw you, my body and mind no longer belonged to me.
If there was no war, those days of youth and youth might have only turned into a beautiful and vague dream.
But the war seems inexplicably gave everyone a chance to realize their dreams, except for Malena and Weilito.
The women didn't sell Malena, the men didn't dare to hire her, and everyone on the street was talking. Women are jealous, men are not possessive. How ridiculous this world is, just because you are too beautiful, people become ugly because they long for your beauty.
The little boy Weilitu, crawling on the rocks by the sea, sitting in the classroom, writes you letters that will never be sent. Although his power is meager, he is protecting you in his own way, and you will never know.
But not enough, not enough.
You are like a steadfast lily. Husband died, father cut off contact, man bullied you, woman insulted you, even had no money or food, and had to become a prostitute for this reason. Yes, even as a prostitute, you are cleaner and nobler than those who are twisted by jealousy.
Only your eyes betray your sorrow.
But why are people still reluctant to let you go? Is it because of your beauty, or because of your pride? Or because you have these, they won't have it anyway?
In times of war, men have the opportunity to possess your body. The war is over, and women have excuses to punish you. Come on, let's get her out! Beat her! See how she dares to look up! ! Cut her hair! See how she dares to show off!
Violence, of course, hits people across the board. Especially no matter when, the violence of these people is still justified. Oh, they are always on the right side. You are powerless to resist, you can only escape.
Juvenile Wei Li tries to watch you wrap yourself up and leave. He threw the CD he bought because of you into the sea, and also threw away his nostalgia for you? This secret love was supposed to be a little warm and happy, but it became too heavy because of the war. He didn't have the courage to stand up to protect you, and he lost the qualification to say that he loves you.
The only thing he can do for you is to tell your husband the truth when he comes back.
Fortunately you have a good husband. Luckily he knows where to find you.
Weilito probably didn't expect you to come back. He didn't even think that you had changed.
You held your husband's arm tightly, lowered your head, and slapped your foot.
Are you nervous?
Of course, everyone here hurts you to the core. When they stared at you and muttered, how can this woman have the face to come back, how can she still have the face to face us, how can you not be nervous?
War is like a magnifying glass, everyone has the opportunity to magnify the ugliness of his character a thousand times. Of course, there are many excuses other than war. People who need it hold high the banner of justice and do things they usually want to do but dare not do. What are you afraid of, everyone does it anyway.
But who is responsible for all the damage?
It's good that you still have the courage to say hello to those who have hurt you.
The women saw that Malena was no longer beautiful. You're old, fat, and wrinkled, and they seem to forgive you for that, stuffing stuff into your bag enthusiastically.
And that enthusiasm is really heart-warming.
You struggled to go back with two big bags full of things, and Willitu finally had the chance to say the only thing to you: Madam Malena, good luck to you.
He quickly escaped from you, from this youthful love. And you, still striding forward. You are brave and do not hold grudges, so you are still beautiful. With this blessing, I believe you will be well.
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