How happy is the fate of a virgin? "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?
Pure thoughts are like eternal sunshine, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned."
-------- -------- Alexander Pope Alexander Pope
dawn. The morning light penetrated the bamboo curtain, and the wind chimes were still swaying gently in the wind. On Valentine's Day 2004, I inexplicably got on the train to Montauk and don't know why.
winter. beach. blue hut. I don't know who I'm going to meet here, I just know that the beach is just like that. Because there are a lot of small stones in it. It hurts to hold in your hand. The graffiti book in my hand has torn many pages, and I forgot when it was torn.
I think Nami still loves me. Maybe going to her will find some kisses and some joy.
The blue-haired woman walking in the mist, drinking coffee diagonally opposite, smiling mischievously on the platform, seems to have seen it somewhere, but why do I think the girl who seems familiar said that she has never seen me.
In the lonely carriage, I remember her tousled azure hair and colorful wool gloves, all over the paper.
I couldn't believe she came up to me and said: Hi, my name is Clementina. I get it, I'm going to have a great Valentine's Day. I smiled dumbly: Hi, I'm Joel.
Snow. The hut, looking at each other, being gentle, and talking on the phone. She held hands and led me through the dead night, cracked open the frozen lake, both familiar and unfamiliar. She pulled me down on the ice, head to head and hands in hand.
Oh, the starlight that shines in those cold nights makes people feel warm for a long time. The constellation Charles carrying the cross is still there, and this girl named Clementina is very cute...
But why, why, when I sit in the car, I am puzzled by the back of her hurriedly flashing through the building door, expecting Are you crying?
"Forget me, will you be happy? Delete you, will I be better off?"
I can't allow you, the woman I love the most, to make out with that young boy in front of me, I can't stand you It seems that I never know myself! It turns out that you have ruthlessly erased the love memory of the two of us! It's easy, I can also delete my own memory about you, terrible you. Filtered memories must be as pure as the air after snow and as free as a newborn baby.
Like the passing of light and shadow in the past, those pictures, cups, photos, letters, clothes, gifts, CDs, books, diaries, dolls... are full of love and care, sweetness and vows, entanglement and entanglement. Maybe they should stay for those who love each other. When people grow old, they stare deeply and quietly remember them, but now they are all thrown into garbage bags. I gulped the hypnotic calmly, and I lay in my bed quietly and comfortably. Although I'm not really calm and quiet.
it has started. Time begins to turn back, about yourself, about you. I'm going to leave you, I'm going to delete you, I'm going to forget you. How can it be? Those forgotten bits and pieces of getting along with each other are activated minute by minute, romantic moments, quarrels and frolics, ear rubbing... I decided to stop, I want to keep all the memories of you and about you! Keep arguing with you, keep your soft sob, keep your Christmas craziness, keep your childhood memories, keep your laughter echoing on the frozen lake, keep you gentle under the quilt The kiss, keep the blue hut by the sea, keep your orange, burgundy, apple green hair...
There is an inexplicable laughter from the sky, I know it is the doctors and nurses of the Wangqing Clinic. I want to resist desperately, my cry, my cry, my hysteria, still can't resist the collapse of the roof, your disappearance...
Montauk, Montauk, Montauk..., I only hear you say in my ear: Montauk, Montauk, Montauk...I'm going to lose you, my Clementina!
Its daybreak. The morning light penetrated the bamboo curtain, and the wind chimes were still swaying gently in the wind. On Valentine's Day 2004, I inexplicably got on the train to Montauk and don't know why.
In the dark corridor, two people were smiling and weeping. No hugs, no kisses, just invariably saying: OK. OK. OK.
Perhaps holding hands in the wind and snow may be more picturesque.
Change your heart, look around you, change your heart, it will shock you.
Now, I need your love like sunshine. Everyone will slowly learn this truth. Mmmmmmmmm...
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