I even felt a little embarrassed when I recalled the way julie swayed his body imitating simone.
The view is beautiful and the music is beautiful.
This time, I put the passing place at the beginning, quietly, as if waiting for them to come, chatting without any cover. But we can't hide it, we're past the age of the hot sun, and I think of all the time Mrs. Dalloway was lying in bed and talking to her daughter - her eyes were far away - that morning, I I feel that I am full of hope, that there are infinite possibilities in life, and happiness is waiting for me, but I learned later that it is happiness. That is happiness. That is happiness. Happiness never returns.
That night nine years ago, as if to squander all the possibilities and romance, I had a dream that made me doubt myself. We get through those rough summers and autumns with hope and frenzy into the promised winter, only to find out, sadly, that it was a high fever, that reality was not so negotiable, or that we convinced ourselves to be defeated by reality. It's the epitome of life, isn't it?
So day and night, day and night, we went to sleep with the sweet dream we once had. It made the sleep so heavy, we put it in and regretted it, adding a little hatred and confusion, and maybe some helplessness and powerlessness, too heavy I fell into the bottom of my memory, it was too heavy, I felt pain, and it was covered with dust, so I was finally numb.
So we were politely friendly and chatted as long ago, with an imperceptible restraint and implication, ethan hawke's face had been squeezed into a few wrinkles, julie delpy had lost her baby fat, and getting old was not The bad thing, you know, I used to think that nine years ago, even if we both went to our appointments, even if we exchanged phone numbers and addresses, it might just instantly turn into a mediocre relationship full of conflicts and contradictions One, when we were young and energetic, we couldn't control our own flames.
Because parted and unfinished, it became the most perfect one, it was archived, and nothing meant everything was possible, and then after nine long years of constant defeat, we can finally say that it may survive Now, and this time, it may be more mature and inclusive.
I also know, and you also know, that we should say goodbye again as soon as possible, but our hearts have been retained again and again, and our bodies are unwilling to leave. I was pushed into the car by the flame that rekindled in my heart, and then the hopelessness, regret, and hatred seemed to come alive again, and the dust that had piled up little by little in the past nine years was neatly brushed away Go, tears are real, questioning and madness are evidence of love. I confessed, I have only confessed until now, I am not who I was before, but after struggling, I confessed. I know life is passing, passion is as elusive as the wind, there will never be another game as exciting as that one, loneliness and will be like two nightmares buzzing around me, I know I don't just miss you , I just miss the "happiness" that seems like there are countless possibilities in life. I know that life is passing away. All about romantic and unrealistic escapes I overdrawn in one night. I know that everything is passing away.
I just couldn't help sighing. I couldn't help but let myself feel sad.
Secretly, those two dreams about you were just "picking up tricks", and the waltz, which was deliberately understated and didn't introduce much, was not "written for you", who knows? Romance in your thirties? The back and forth between temptation and opening, true or false, who knows? All I know is that I miss it and I don't want to leave.
When you finished that waltz, I burst into tears. Look at you, you feel lonely when you sing, as if you can't express your hidden feelings without singing, just like Fang Hongjian can't confess to Su Wenwan without using French. And once the guitar finishes its accompaniment, it all goes back to a somewhat embarrassing reality. There's nothing more to say, let's put on a CD. There's not much to talk about, let's talk about the funny singer on the CD, and then imitate her in the concert lamely.
You even made me feel a little embarrassed by the way you rocked nina simone.
There is just in time, just in time on the CD, and it just happened to catch up? Just right at this moment, this day. Your daughter will jump on the table and laugh like your seventeen-year-old girlfriend, listening to the song that was playing in the car. She is now twisting her body shyly to the music of just in time, "Qi" is lying in her hand obediently, watching you walk side by side like a couple living together, you are here at the same time, you are at the same time There, time is meaningless to you, all the memories fly around, and you hear her reminding you with simone's tune "Baby, you're gonna miss that plane." Then you smile and say "I know." Let me sing you a
waltz again -
let me sing you a waltz
...
I'll never forget this one night thing
even tomorrow in other arms
my heart will stay yours until I die
...
must be because The lonely expression on her face when she sang these two lines is deeply imprinted in your mind.
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