- I'll remember when you fell asleep in the kitchen
——And I will remember the resentful look in your eyes when you lost to me at poker
I will remember the first time you laughed
- It took you a long time to learn to make people smile
- Indeed, I wasted my time
- I wasted my time too
I will remember the first time I wanted to kiss you
The love stories of the girls are so eloquent.
And I'll remember her with a mirror between her bare legs, and she drew her self-portrait in the mirror.
She hugged her hard, took a last breath of the smell around her neck, then turned and ran away, forever on page 28 of her book.
On a sunny and sunny afternoon, she played the third movement of Vivaldi's "Four Seasons Summer" intermittently, and while playing lightly, she told her the story of the torrential rain and the humming of all insects. The two laughed and laughed. Years later, when she went to the concert hall to listen to this symphony again, she finally recalled the surging inner turmoil when she met her eyes at that time. She shed tears and then laughed.
She was like a storm coming over her life.
And she is the eternally burning woman in her paintings.
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