drunken dream in the pub Buenos Aires, just the discarded cigarette butts on my lips.
Your hair has been burnt into a flash, and I can't finish it.
I remember that when the lights and shadows flowed on and off that night, your splendid eyes and smiles were reflected. The Iguazu Falls on the lamp are pouring down, and the sound of turbulent water can be vaguely heard. As if everything only stems from that moment of moving, we decided to find the illusory world on the lampshade together. However, what caused you and I to lose the direction of the journey? In a foreign country, two lines of wandering footsteps were left behind, and all the wet memories were quietly drowned by the billowing dust.
You left again indifferently, without the slightest nostalgia, just like every time you came back to me.
"Li Yaohui, why don't we start over."
Your voice in my memory is like a river of spring water, but it can't heal the scars all over my body. I was terrified to hear this, so my soul absconded in the icy night. The dark aroma of gin boiled and the heartbeat shattered. I was drunk in a damp corner of the street, with an endless desert in front of me.
Seeing you at the door of the bar, so far, so close.
You are surrounded by a few wild bees and butterflies, your sunglasses are shining with a cold light, and your uninhibited smile slips from your lips, turning into a coquettish poppy. At that moment, I suddenly felt that you were a stranger.
Inside the door, in the strange world of sensuality, who is twisting the coquettish dance steps, and who is playing the sultry spring? The tumultuous music played, and I was doomed to have nowhere to run. Bit by bit, the alcohol penetrated the gurgling blood in my body, freezing it to a freezing point of zero degrees Celsius. In front of him, it was pitch black.
He Baorong, you are cruel enough.
Obviously you already know everything and see the pain and hopelessness in my heart, but you still have to act under my nose. You know better than anyone how much I care about you, don't you?
When your car was gone, I stared at your back from a distance, in the bleak autumn wind, the light blue smoke blurred my vision. You finally turned your head slowly and looked at me across such a long distance, but I could no longer see your face. That kind of intertwining eyes seems to be the entanglement in the reincarnation of the past and the present
.
Because you are the fog and I am the tavern. You play the world in a hurry, come in the middle of the night and go in the morning. But I am standing in the depths of the dust, waiting for a thousand years.
2. I am afraid that the tragedy will repeat my fate. The more beautiful things are, the less I can touch them.
I block myself in a small and chaotic room, and let the sun and the moon move. And that lamp is still full of brilliance, no different from when we were together before.
Alas, I thought I could forget you, why did you come to me again? Why are you calling me again and again and asking me to see you?
Without you, my world will always be monotonous and bleak black and white, but I have long been used to it.
I was only afraid to see the once bright spring light fade away quickly before my eyes.
There is no hope, there is no despair, too perfect things have nothing to do with me. Don't you think that I can love when I want, unless we all learn to forget when we want.
Will the answer be different after we hug again?
I was drunk that day and finally made up my mind to see you.
He Baorong, I never thought of starting over with you, really not! I just want to make money and go back to Hong Kong, because Argentina is too cold, even if the streets are full of sunshine, it cannot warm a withered heart.
"How about Li Yaohui?"
My name spit out from your lips, and I blew my breath like blue, in such a drowsy and dazed light. I was dying, and the resentment in my heart was as heavy as lead, but you savagely destroyed all my will with your fiery kisses.
In the hustle and bustle of the mundane world, I only hear your voice. you say:
"I just want you to accompany me, I really want you to accompany me..."
I was devastated, I was crushed, I just wanted to die.
He Baorong, is it you who said this? So wronged, pitiful, timid, and lonely. Hmph, don't you have a ghost to take care of you? How can you think of me?
But my heart was disturbed by you at this moment, and it throbbed faintly.
I tried so hard to escape, why can't I? Am I destined to be easily played by you again and again? Do not! I do not want!
3. I woke up from the dream, skipped the last dance
late at night, lit a PARISIENNES alone, and watched the pale gray smoke float in the translucent air.
There was a hurried and heavy knock on the door, accompanied by your heart-wrenching call -
"Li Yaohui!" The
door opened, and it was the blood of that day, surging on your face and hands.
Ah, your face is so pale and weak, yet you still have to squeeze out a poignant smile. You collapsed helplessly in my arms and sobbed, your thin body trembling, as if I were your only support in the world, teach me how to bear, how to bear to push you away? He Baorong, I beg you don't do this to me, don't beat me down with the softest weapon when I'm completely defenseless.
It was that choking heartache that forced me to breathe. Your body temperature stained my shirt, I hugged you gently with tears in my eyes, and I no longer have the slightest resentment in my heart. Right now, I just want to hold you tight like a drowning piece of driftwood. Yes, at this moment, you belong to me completely, we live together and live together, we live and die together...
In fact, what's the use of me loving you again? Could it be that I hold you tight this time, it may not fail?
Your mournful eyes drifted to me slowly, and your voice was like a gossamer:
"Li Yaohui, why don't we start over."
Well, I promise you.
I am willing to be your captive again, I just ask you not to leave so soon.
Taxi, you gently rest your head on my shoulder. Outside the car window, neon flickered in the night into a phantom dream.
You are back, He Baorong.
However, there was not much joy in my heart, only a dash of bitterness. Once upon a time, I was exhausted to death, unable to make it through with you again. I never even want you to know how much I care about you all these years.
I'm a little comforted by the fact that I just stuffed your passport in your pocket and hid it before you knew it.
Then gently cover you with the quilt, stare at your sleeping face for a long time, and burn your eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose bit by bit in the deepest part of your heart. Ah, you are mine again at last, this lost and found treasure!
In the kitchen, I embraced you and danced that enchanting and decadent tango.
The light is faint, like an unawakened
dream.
The wind is lazy, and desire comes to play gently again.
Wild heart, let it indulge if you can't go away,
painful and happy, rolling love and hate.
…
A fire from the sky burned, no matter the reason, thousands of roses lingered, bloomed and withered in the splash of blood.
We are like a pair of swans in love, inseparable, like glue.
The wild and confused dance gradually becomes quiet and desolate.
The vast sea of people warmed up, the coldest day.
4. Once asked me to make up my mind, I didn't say goodbye, I didn't go vigorously
I thought you were my kite, until one day I found that the line in my hand was broken, and you turned into a dove and flew away, disappearing in the blue sky and white clouds among.
I'm really naive, thinking that by secretly hiding your passport, you can possess your soul forever.
There is one thing I haven't told you. In fact, I don't want you to recover so quickly. The days when you were injured were the happiest for me and you.
I vaguely remember that your sleeping state was sweet and pure, like an innocent child. I couldn't help but slid my fingertips over your slightly closed eyebrows with pity. The faint smell of tobacco on your body, to me, is the temptation to sink deep into the mud.
I'd rather watch you, sleep so peacefully, than wake up as relentless as you break apart.
Everything is in the past and we can't go back.
Now you're tired of me and can't wait to get rid of me. Looking for a passport? Just an excuse, right? We no longer trust each other and only like to torture each other until we are exhausted.
Perhaps subconsciously, we have never been able to dissolve the resentment deposited in the past. The love is so deep that only one scar is left, just like the erosion of spring.
You frantically rummaged through boxes and cabinets, your eyes bursting with rage, and your fists rained down on me.
OK, you hit! Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! I won't fight back, just let you kill me. Anyway, you're leaving again, aren't you? This time I won't keep you anymore, I know I can't keep you.
Every time you say you will come and leave if you want, I have never left. But I don't think there will be a next time. Why should I be the unhappy one and you just leave?
In fact, I can, but I don't want to.
Let's do a swap, I'll go first.
In fact, cutting the wrist is not as painful as imagined. With a slight stroke of the blade, blood will flow out continuously, as hot as erotic entanglement, even with pleasure. And then I abandoned this absurd world without realizing it, how good! I know I won't have the chance to meet you again, so I want to leave a memory for you.
Oh no no no, it's just a cruel hallucination. He Baorong, He Baorong, why are you worthy of my dying for you, crazy for you?
I just want to leave you, as you did every time you left me. I want to end all of this, and I will not look back in this life, embrace the loneliness of a person, and go to the ends of the earth to wander.
5. Come hand in hand, go to Buenos Aires empty-handed
, as prosperous as in Chinese clothes, but stained with wisps of the mundane world.
I am no longer the me I used to be, no longer devoted, no longer crazy, no longer believe in the so-called eternity.
The only thing I didn't expect was that God would arrange for us to meet again.
That was the last time I saw you. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of your handsome face, and vaguely found that you were thinner than before, and it seemed a little haggard. When you came this way, I quietly turned my back. I think you must not have noticed me.
Perhaps, you have long forgotten who Li Yaohui is.
I always thought that I was very different from you. It turns out that when I am lonely, all people are the same. Bend the body, how many passers-by, only love to find the tranquility of temporary borrowing in the arms.
The tenderness of the hangover cannot make up for the broken heart.
After a long while of greed, I decided to cheer up. I have to work hard so that I can earn money and return to Hong Kong as soon as possible. Start work at night, sleep during the day, and start again and again, dull and boring. But this kind of life suits me best.
This time I am determined to completely forget you, and since you refused to give me a chance, I will never give you another chance to make excuses.
But...
one late night, a faint knock on the door suddenly sounded.
I vaguely guessed that it must be you back, He Baorong.
The door opened, but no one was there, only the empty and distant corridor, so long and narrow, so cold. At the end of the eyes, the lights are bright. The wind was so cold that I shivered.
Until now, I don't know whether you really came to see me that night, or it was my hallucinations.
Recently I started to lose sleep again. I watched TV one morning and realized that Argentina and Hong Kong are on opposite sides of the world.
I wonder what an upside-down Hong Kong would look like?
I didn't want to go home at first, because I still vaguely felt the smell of you lingering in the whole room.
Fortunately, in the end I was able to earn enough to travel back to Hong Kong.
With a sad smile, he swung his sword to cut off the past, the wind was clear, and the clouds were light.
At this moment, your passport is useless in my place, I will return it to you. And the lamp you bought is also left as a souvenir for you.
I'll go first alone.
The only ending after the disillusionment of love is to pass by. What life and death go hand in hand, and what is the end of the world, are all fictional fairy tales in the movie.
The day before leaving Buenos Aires, I finally arrived at Iguazu Falls.
It is said that "Iguazu" means "big water" in the local Indian language.
I saw a river of spring water pouring down straight down, desperately throwing myself into the red world. The huge sound of water resounded in the ears for a long time, just like the mysterious and confused Sanskrit sound in reincarnation, as if it was calling for something.
A kind of desolation and loneliness that seemed like a lifetime invaded me. I suddenly thought of you and felt so sad, because I always thought that there should be two people standing here.
Blossoming broken water splashed over my dust-stained face, hot tears melted in it, and then disappeared.
No one knew what I was thinking in this second, not even myself. Maybe it's because I don't want to pursue it anymore.
Someone once promised to help me keep my unhappiness at the end of the world, but how far is the end of the world? Could it be Hong Kong and Argentina, separated by a globe.
After that, I was in Hong Kong and you were in Argentina, and we never met again.
Let this majestic Iguazu Falls bury the spring light that once leaked, and let the dreams we have done rise and fall like dust...
Li Yaohui and He Baorong have since forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, only in the wilderness of the years, they occasionally look at the same sunset.
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