Do you remember that girl?
Lighting is too dark, Edie see clearly, effortlessly identify, "Do you remember that girl ?Do you remember?"
Edie lost his voice, "NO", opened the door and ran.
The street scene of New York retreats by my side, and the lights and shadows are confused. I seem to feel the running wind shaking my face. I can't see the road ahead. The torn youth is completely delivered but only the fragments of the ground are recovered.
Then fall off flashy, million sought after ICON, eventually being naked bit-part player playing with a few niche
If recollecting were forgetting
I will no longer remember,
if forgetting is to remember
how close I forget.
If lovesickness is entertainment,
and mourning is joy,
how happy those fingers are.
Today, I picked them up.
The translation of Dickinson's poems is not very good. I think of Edie's butterfly-like false eyelashes, so real. She likes to gently squeeze her lips when she speaks. There are countless frivolous, innocence and style.
"Cannabis can make you fart and release a rainbow." In the
chaotic and swaying era, Edie is a rose bud, blooming in the bustling and noisy desert of New York. I don't know if Edie is completely in full bloom this time, whether Edie has given up his heart, a short life, It burst into full bloom, and then died miserably. In the 1960s, the "flowers" and "peace" that I longed for the most, maybe when most people are approaching death, there is not even a person around who asks you "Do you remember that girl?", tears and running are omitted together. Step into the abyss.
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