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One you can see me

by vickyder 中國1 月前

Remember the first time you listen to this song, you are still immersed in the loss of another person's sadness. Your piano song, provoked my face pear tears. You are still silent, eyes closed with your song. At that time I did not understand the taste of a person, only know that the song is sad, I heard "the story of the girl left the world, the boy holding the girl's photo in the silent cry." I do not know, you What happened before. I can only hear from the story, I can understand the story. You lost the way, like a fall in the dust of the stars, it is pity. I follow your melody, with the feeling, to this song has not heard the song lyrics. I'm singing and singing. You play a lot of times many times, the stars are out, you do not go. I do not go I leaned against the window and saw the stars coming. I do not know when, you also came out, still holding your guitar. You said: "The stars, to the dawn to disappear. Only this guitar, never leave me." I said, "but the stars will come out every night, how to disappear!" Your mouth Nu Nu rising, done A faint smile does not faint expression, shook his head. No more talk. Later, I looked at the stars, and then later, when I see enough time, got up to go, but found. I have no side of your shadow. Then I often go to the curved building, listen to your piano outside your piano room. But every time your song can make me cry. Even I do not know. Every time a song ends. You will give me a milky white paper towel. Because you do not speak, I thought you knew I liked painting on paper towels, writing. You thought I was bored, only to me. So, you handed the paper towel, when you play the song, all filled with, I fill the lyrics. When I put the paper towels back to you, your stunned expression, I will never forget. Every time I think of all I want to laugh. When you have seen the lyrics. Only to say to me, "Are you aliens? Strange? And, you are the water to do it? So cry?" This time I turn my dismay, and replied, "No ah! There is "finished you knocked my head, you still laughed. You are overcast for a long time. Finally exposed smile. "Do you hit me?" "Hit you!" "Rookie" "Well, thank you to accompany me out of this sadness", you told me you tell her story, I moved again. Eyes and gradually thrown tears, you put my head to pull your shoulders up and said, "brother shoulders rely on you rely on", that moment, I trance, which in the end I am comforting you, or you are comforting me. And then later, I often go to your piano room, lying before you piano, listen to you playing the piano. For your lyrics. Sometimes I will take my flute and play with you. And sometimes, you will let me carry your acoustic guitar, with a bike I went to the suburbs, the release of learning pressure. Barefoot, you are holding hands, running on the grass. Those who spend time with you. Is my life, the most beautiful scene. I often in your ear, sketched out our future scenes. You always smile and listen to me quietly. But I do not know how beautiful my future is, and how cruel the reality is. I dare not to remember, that is what kind of an afternoon, I just came out from the classroom floor. Walk to the arc-shaped building where you are. It is not your smile. But a bad news. You are on the way to school, you are going to save a drowning child. Was rushed to another world. So forever disappear in my world. I told myself that this is not true, because you said after going to grow up will take me to open the concert, but we have not grown up, how can you leave it? I cried on the river, always shouting your name, shouting for a long time. You did not answer me. I kept running, hoarse looking for. I went through every place we went to. But did not find your shadow. Later, I still arrive at your piano room every day, imagine you still look like, but the face of me is a faded color you. Black and white in the world, I miss you. When I think about being close to you, you find that you are in the glass window and I am outside the glass window. There is always a window between us. You can not get it, I can not get it. You are in the frame, I am outside the frame You in another world, one you can see me, I can not see your world.

vickyder
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