Longing for family but not knowing how to speak to family members, longing to get together but not knowing how to keep them, longing to be honest with each other but telling lies, longing to take pictures as souvenirs but ashamed to pick up the camera and press the shutter.
The throat is too long to speak without a smooth voice, the expression is too stiff to smile warmly, the body is curled for too long and becomes dull.
Then a person hides silently in the room, or in his own world, day after day, and finally suddenly realizes that he misses him so much. Thinking that maybe one day you will have gray hair too, thinking that you will not even be able to see each other again, and occasionally dream that you leave suddenly, and then wake up crying from the dream.
It turns out that I have so many things to say to you, it turns out that I want to meet you so much, it turns out that I want to do something for you, even if it’s clumsily frying a steak or roasting a turkey, it’s just that I simply want to tell you what I really do Very concerned.
You see that the poles are connected by wires holding protective films.
Countless good news and bad news, truths and lies are passed from above, exchanging what each other wants each other to see, their own world.
EVERYBODY'S FINE.
are you happy.
Well, I won't be unhappy.
Because I know you want to see me happy.
So how can I say those difficulties and embarrassment.
If it weren't for the fact that you wanted to fly in the direction of the light, I would probably just be a painter wouldn't I?
But no matter how painful and sad I am now, I still try to recall the scene where we had dinner together in the garden, the blue inflatable swimming pool, the sculpture of the peeing boy, the purple flower hanging from the eaves. Plants, and reassuring telephone poles.
I really want to do it well for you to see and make you feel good about it. So much so anxious and angry at times that I want to hurry up and hurry up.
Time is always so pressing and aggressive.
But anyway, want to make those beautiful, beautiful togetherness scenes before we all get old.
"Since they don't come to me, then I'll go to them."
Suddenly full of courage, I imagined myself sitting on the train watching the wires rising and falling outside the window, um, so brief and yet long journey.
A person walks to every city with a suitcase and backpack, then takes pictures of every smiley thing, and folds the written letter in an envelope and hands it to you in person.
Hey, I just wanted to surprise you.
Even if I still don't know what to say, you will understand my heart.
Well, I think maybe one day, no matter what I do, you'll be proud of me.
Even if it is a small, simple NOBODY, as long as I sincerely love those small lives that seem insignificant; you will also tell me that in some people's hearts, I will always be that
SOMEBODY.
It is unavoidable that people have to be awkward and spend several or even dozens of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
It's like a journey back and forth.
And then one day, everyone will finally go home and actually sit down and have dinner together.
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