Living alone, there is no way to be attached to people and things. It is the kind of person who can go anywhere on the road, and also the kind of person who can abandon the direction in any place just to stay with each other. Leaving home for too long, After several relocations, the house in my childhood memory no longer exists, the place where I lived for nearly 20 years, the place I still return to in my sleep, and the current home has never appeared in my dreams, a place without memory. Even home is unfamiliar, and I never feel that it belongs to me. In the movie, such a group of elderly people will eventually have to leave first. Death is thought-provoking. Deep friends, or mourning our respective losses? Are we far enough away from home to shed tears. The remote Ganges River in India, the boat moving slowly at dusk, the sky where the smoke waves blue and the lychee red meet. Just like the night Lying on the single bed, it is like floating in the slow and long river of life, the moonlight swaying outside the window, the mottled lights sprinkle on the wardrobe and the wall, the tears drip down the temples, and when they curl up, they It just slips between the lips, changing different trajectories, bringing comfort, like a gorgeous and indulgent feast. Now sleep can be very peaceful, occasionally wake up, turn over for a while, and then continue to sleep, no more nightmares, peaceful Messy dreams, some subtle noises in the night, no sadness, nostalgia, that's how people begin to age slowly. When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I hum along with the alarm, and honey is intertwined with the four-leaf clover piano and cello. The melody is pure and beautiful.
Well, this foreign-related small hotel, let us be at peace for the time being, ask for nothing from each other, and relax as if breathing lightly in the wind, well, it does not belong to my small room, in this small room Light-years away in the void, let me live quietly, just like singing a song slowly.
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