deserted and cold street, a guitar with a pitch change, and a lush and lush elm tree on the outside.
In a trance, who is lying on the brown trunk, the dense green leaves can be seen under the canopy of the sun, the soft chestnut hair is scattered on the smooth shoulders, the white nightdress is dripping from the branches like a stream, you seem to be looking at me , and then looked towards the direction of the sunset.
The bathtub overflowing with warm water, who fell at the bottom, without bubbles, was as quiet as a fish. The clear and translucent water was dyed red bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit, piece by piece, red, and kindly spread over the edge.
The doctor asks you, why do you want to leave in the beautiful years of thirteen years, and you have not yet tasted the hardships of life?
There are still drips hanging on your hands, the pink-blue hospital uniform is slightly wider on your thin body, and the brown eyes are as cold as the water in the small glass fish tank on the window sill in your room. temperature.
The words uttered by her pink lips were like hard ice. "Doctor, that's because you've never lived the life of a thirteen-year-old girl." The
prudish boy, the dimly lit basement, the rough-and-tumble party, everything seemed contrived. None of this is what you want, right?
This is not the life you want, no sunshine, no laughter, no beautiful boys, no grass, no music, no bright dresses. Therefore, you chose a tragic way to end your life in the most abrupt and cruel way.
Bloody fences can be replaced, but you, perpetually seep into the garden soil.
Will there bloom the flowers you want to see?
2.
Here, your sisters are your foils. With a cat-like smile and undisguised glances, you seem to be using your smoky eyes to defy the mother who wears brown clothes and has no change in hair all year round.
You have gone too far. The air sang in the theme song "Playground Love": "You are a piece of gold, which flashes on my soul..." Playground Love, you are wearing a white dress, lying on the empty green field in the early morning, with high heels on On the one hand, the self-righteous boy is nowhere to be found.
You're right, he's a creep. This word is difficult to explain in Chinese, just like many Chinese lose their essence when they are converted into English. He is not worthy of your love.
I always remember that at that party, when the blue balloons poured down from the ceiling, the background became dim, a strong white light shot in from the door, and many hands were raised above their heads to touch the light balloons. The girl's hand was slender and hesitant, and the balloon was almost transparent under the light. Is this a metaphor?
Youth, light like a balloon, jumping in an unruly manner. However, any corners will break it.
Just like you.
Sofia Coppola's shot is so gluttonous with your beauty - I always thought you were unparalleled beauty back then. Not the Claudia who never grew up, nor the ordinary Spider-Man girlfriend who would later be the ordinary girl with red hair who could only scream.
In my eyes, you will always be you when you were 15, you like vinyl records, you like to wear short skirts, you like to smile charmingly, and you like to fuck your mother.
You are forever frozen in the moment your fifteen-year-old garage opens, and I see your hand hanging out of the car, smoking a cigarette.
3.
Actually, it's been too long, how can I remember the complete plot. However, at the end, the picture of the group of boys who admired you, held a lighter and paid tribute to you at the abandoned house, will never be forgotten.
This extreme story ends with a sad gesture.
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