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He was sitting there when, all of a sudden, his five-year-old daughter jumped on the table and he was worried that she would fall. And she was wearing a summer dress, dancing to the song. Then all of a sudden, he's sixteen, his high school girlfriend is taking him home, they've just had their first night, he loves her, and the car radio is playing the same tune. Then she climbed onto the roof of the car and danced there, and this time, he was worried about her. She was very beautiful, and her expression turned out to be exactly the same as his daughter. In fact, that's probably why he likes her. Do you understand? He knew that he was not in memory, but in two scenes of his life at the same time. At this moment, his entire life seemed to come together. To him, time was clearly a lie. Because that moment goes on and on, and every moment contains another moment. Everything happens at the same moment.
One day I had a horrible dream that I was 32 years old. Then, when I woke up, I was relieved to find that I was only 23. But then I actually woke up from my dream and realized that I was indeed 32 years old. Time goes faster, it seems, because the neurons in our body are no longer renewed after the age of 20. So, we've been downhill since then.
When I was eight or nine, my mom was worried that something would happen to me walking home alone after piano lessons, and she always told me to watch out for horny old men who gave me candy and showed me their genitals. She kept saying that, and then I literally thought it had happened in my head. I even associate having sex with going home. Sometimes, even now, when I'm having sex, I seem to see myself walking down that street.
Einstein said: If you don't believe in any magic or myth, then you are almost dead.
When I was a child, I was often late for school. One day, my mother asked me why. I said, I would watch chestnuts fall from trees and roll onto the sidewalk on the road, or watch ants cross the road, and watch the reflection of leaves on tree trunks. So obsessed with the little things on the road. I think it's the same with people, I see their details, the details that move me, and then I miss them, and I miss them all the time. You can't replace anyone because everyone has beautiful, unique nuances. Just like I remember, you had a little bit of red on your beard, I remember the morning you left, the morning sun shone on them, and I always remember, miss them so much. Very neurotic, right?
In a sense, all my romance was spent that night, and I'll never be able to feel that way again. It's as if that night somehow sparked all my emotions and I poured them all out to you and you took them all away from me. It made me feel alone, as if love wasn't mine anymore.
I had a dream that I was standing on the platform and you kept passing by by train, kept passing and passing, and then I woke up in a cold sweat. Then I had another dream, dreaming that you were pregnant, lying naked next to me, I wanted so badly to touch you, but you said no, and turned your head away. Finally, I still stroked you, touched your ankle, your skin was so soft that I woke up crying. And my wife was sitting there, looking at me, and I felt like she was miles away.
Do you know why I like this cat? Every morning I take it down, it will be like the first time in this yard, every corner, every tree, every flower, it will smell with its cute little nose. I love it so much.
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