Reality is another matter, we are all alive, but love is gone.
Death is like the coagulation agent of time. When AKI is dead, her time cannot be lost . Anyone can plunder.
She is neither old nor ugly, nor worldly nor vicissitudes of life in the seventeen-year-old summer they shared.
17 years passed in a blink of an eye.
He hid her neatly in The gap in memory, and then the door of the heart was closed without anyone noticing. In the gears of time, it was him after her death, and the previous he had already followed AKI and was sealed in the audio tape of the iron box, the uninhabited island's In the old house, and in the photo of Mr. Chong,
everyone has their own 1986.
Some people will vaguely remember that in the season of typhoon landfall in 1986, a young girl died of leukemia on a small island in four continents. They have Some regrets, some are sad. No matter what happens, a girl who died in 1986 has no serious problems with their lives. In this world, countless splendid lives are dying every minute. They are far away from themselves, always It's someone else's business.
He revisited the old place, and his memories were recovered little by little. The island seems to be unchanged for 17 years. It's just that the summer sun can't be seen, and the yellow that once unscrupulously sprinkled on them, The green, as well as some brightly colored things have been peeled off one by one, darkening. The steps where the girl used to sit, without her, the leaves swaying in the wind have become countless desolation and bleakness in late autumn.
He panicked . It’s obvious that such an important thing happened, how could I have forgotten it?
I often wonder, if he listened to the 17-year-old’s ramble about the past on the tape, would it feel like a reversal of time and space, in an instant, all the The past has come back, and every stroke in front of him is vivid and profound. He laughs and weeps with the rhythm of the walkman. He is completely the audience under the stage. The teenagers and girls who are hidden in the memory are 17 years later. The same season found its way home.
He cried and said, I can't forget, I can't forget her.
He is like a player that has been suspended for 17 years because he did not press the Power Off button, 17 years later
, love can go on naturally across the gap of time.
No one will forget.
Such youth, such pure and unsullied first love.
For 17 years, he lived in a way that seemed to forget her.
Memories always knock us down suddenly and effortlessly.
She threw her ashes in the center of the world, not to forget, to continue with their own life, such vulgar words.
He will not forget her. This is an equation with no solution. The only thing he could do for her was face the cruel reality of death and the pain that had overwhelmed him.
And spend her life remembering her who doesn't want to be forgotten.
Isn't the continuation of his life the best proof that she is deeply missed?
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Remember? ?How did the sunlight fall on the window edge of the classroom and the hair tips of the girls in the front row when I was seventeen?
Do you still remember? The appearance of the girl whom I loved at the age of seventeen and the smile when she turned around in the shade of a tree.
Do you still remember? Call.
Do you remember? The heartbeat when you held her hand for the first time. And the chirping from the tree.
Do you remember, the fairy tale you believed in for a lifetime at that time.
Do you remember, for a moment, you I can't wait to give her the world in my hand.
You remember, all the hard work is for her.
You will no longer feel that the story is so vulgar, as long as you have loved like this.
Some love is destined to be engraved on the heart of the tattoo , follow each other for a lifetime.
And we are the pain that is like a candy.
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