from the beginning and only sitting at a specific time to now with a temperament.
I have never seen this city well. It is
full of human helpless struggles and transformations.
Everyone came and went in a hurry. The
sound of sirens, the sound of cars and the rubbing of the crowd surrounded me,
and the whole city was suffocating and sweltering.
I wanted to shout,
but the
hoarse shouts from my body were soon drowned in the noisy sultry heat,
leaving no echo.
I hid my face and wept
, but surrounded by indifferent faces, I turned my head calmly, and then quietly turned around.
I was just looking forward to a greeting, "Miss, what are you doing?"
But the silence around me was as gray as death,
so I stopped screaming,
so I put away crying,
I started to face up like everyone around me, put on my headphones, I looked coldly,
but time stopped at the next moment.
With a harsh brake sound, the
siren sounded , and
I felt a touch of warmth around me suddenly.
Turning my head
is a handsome, suffocating face. The
eyes are filled with indifferent determination.
The
brief words of " Lean here" have the power to catch people
even though he is holding a cold gun in his hand,
but I didn't feel afraid
and leaned on his shoulder slowly. I actually felt a touch that I hadn't encountered for a long time.
This is what I have been searching for,
Tired and tired, there is a shoulder to rely on,
not necessarily too many words,
not necessarily a skilled relationship,
but it is a kind of heartfelt feeling, the long-lost tacit understanding
may be that I know him,
otherwise how can I be so familiar?
I panicked and wanted to look up at him. He seemed to feel my anxiety. He took off the earphone from my left ear, put it on his ear,
and covered my looking eyes with dark glasses.
Outsiders looked like we were a pair. Lovers.
Time is constantly in the flow of music,
the noise outside the car, the police search in the car
seems to have nothing to do with us,
I still look up to see him,
his face is not flustered, and his
indifferent eyes flow out the same as mine.
Revel in the tacit understanding at this moment.
That night I tossed and turned and
kept repeating a divorced
dream. The man in the dream had a pair of indifferent eyes
as if he wanted to catch something
but as if he could not grasp anything.
Reading the newspaper the next day
I knew everything,
but I told myself in my heart
who he was and what did it have to do with me?
He is just a passer-by in the vast crowd.
But sometimes destiny is so miraculous
. Seeing him for the second time.
I can't lie to myself. It
's just a coincidence.
God arranges two people to look back a second time. There must be his reason.
We met in a quiet coffee shop.
I thought I should introduce myself formally. It’s not just two people in all living beings who have such a tacit understanding.
But I ignored his pale face, coughing ceaselessly, and
finally he coughed up the blood in the cup, the
transparent liquid was stained all at once, and the bright red abruptly appeared in my eyes.
"Sorry, but I don't have time." He wiped the marks from the corners of his mouth, turned and left.
Why should I sit here?
Why didn't I chase it out?
After a few years, I kept asking myself. After a
few years, I think about everything I do today , and I can’t help crying in a low voice.
Time is easy to disperse and the lights are up.
I still sit here in this chaotic and comfortable city. It’s
just this time I don’t need it. People comfort
only this time, please let me cry aloud.
Why wait for time to run out to meet you?
Why wait for the sun to turn on when the heart is dead ashes?
Later I met him
last time
he sent me a bunch of sapphire necklace does not have any words
in his eyes was still indifferent but were more relaxed environment meaning
the moment he turned to leave I have a feeling some Things are dying from my life...
But I still ride the same bus around the city, looking forward to the miracle that God will bring to me.
Maybe it has been busy recently and has forgotten me in the corner.
I still cheer myself up in the starry night sky. Someone
suddenly turned his head, "Miss, the chain is so beautiful, and it was given by my boyfriend?"
"It's not worth any money, I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Maybe he suddenly Appear, huh, I will scare you!"
I smiled and looked at the blue stone on my chest.
It faintly revealed a light, like someone's eyes at a certain moment.
It turns out that time is as static as memories, never passing away...
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