We were old, we are flourishing

She, sitting curled up in front of the window sill, her face was hazy by the lingering smoke, her eyes were filled with loneliness and loneliness, the red men and green women around her stopped and went, she smiled faintly, beautiful without knowing it. The lights outside the window were dazzling, prosperous and enchanting, blurry and flickering, she toasted, the amber liquid swaying in the cup, so sexy and charming, it was so desolate, lonely and lonely. She, a young and beautiful college graduate, is the age at which the career started, the age at which she should live hustling and unscrupulous, the age at which she should be nestled in the arms of her lover, sweet and romantic. That young photographer, her lover, loves his work even more. Three or four people surrounded and talked and laughed. She didn’t know what to say. I knew that she smoked lightly. She acted skillfully and gracefully. Her eyes flashed with sadness. No one paid attention to her lover. She was helpless and sad. But maybe she is used to it. She saw the man while her eyes were moving. He, a former successful filmmaker, came to make an advertisement for 2 million. He joked that he raised his glasses, they clinked glasses, the men and women who met in the bustling nightlife of the city, a feeling of sympathy, lingering, they were light. Talking and laughing, simply clinking glasses, they are like good friends who have not seen each other for many years.

He, coping with the commercials, for the so-called good life, he told himself that he was in front of the camera in a blunt posture, he wanted to refuse. I know, he doesn't like this kind of life. I know, in a blink of an eye, his eyes flickered. It is grief, unreasonable uniform grief. But only for a brief moment. He is a man, he is a responsible man, he said to himself. He insisted on his patience, he appeared on his unbearable vulgar TV show, he talked and laughed with everyone around him against his will, he endured the harassment of fat kitsch women in the lonely night, he lay in the huge bathtub, steaming heat Surrounded by his vicissitudes of life, sorrow erupted when no one was there, and it was unstoppable. The phone rang harshly, and his wife, with a sharp voice and floating greetings, lost the temperature it should have. He tried his best to deal with it. Faint and haggard. Watching the years disappear, youth is no longer the irresistible sorrow, love is buried in the unstoppable haggard under the marriage. In fact, he was disappointed not by himself, but by life itself.

They spent the night in bed, just talk, talk about marriage, family, talk about career, talk about their future, she said I will be fine, he said it was difficult, and soon, he changed his words and said that you will be fine when you are young. I suddenly felt sad, heart-wrenchingly sad, this time I know I have a reason, I will be fine, I am still young, young, what a good reason, tears in my eyes, sore my eyes, I toast, clear tea, chaotic mood.

He walked hard towards her in the crowded crowd, struggling to turn away from the bustling crowd, her background was thin and lonely in front. They hug, hug deeply, hug each other's soul in tightly. I like to hug, like the intimate warm feeling of hugging the person I love and the person who loves me, feeling that the other person is mine, even if it's just such a short moment. Uncontrollable tears poured out from her eyes, and the red eyes made people feel distressed. They kissed lightly but desperately, kissing deeply for hopeless love. He turned around and left unrestrainedly, "forgetting in the rivers and lakes" with his favorite person. Is that unrestrained turn around? I asked myself, what is helpless is unspeakable sadness. A love that is doomed to hopelessness just lost in the bustling Tokyo. street.


I am born without being born, a king is born and I am old.
You hate my late birth, I hate your early birth.
I am not born, but I am old.
Hate not to be born at the same time, and be good with you every day.
I am not born, but I am old.
we live far away from each other.
I am born before the king, and the king is born and I am old.
Turn the butterfly to find flowers, and live in the grass every night.

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