Rewind

Rewind

I am sitting in this crowded classroom. Neon lights are flashing in the dark night outside the window. Rainy Night in city. I remember you said he had a blurred beauty! Is it rainy or sunny? Is it pouring rain, or is it sunny? Is it rewinding or reality? I always repeat these annoying questions over and over again, and never tire of them. It was even like those withered flowers that would thank you, recalling all kinds of beauty in the world, so that they began to miss the past. The sun full of branches in spring and the fragrant cracks. I raised my head, and the fog in the night accidentally covered my eyes. Can’t I open my eyes, or have I never thought of opening my eyes? Just because my eyes are full of you, or only you? I know this is just my wrong feeling, and it is the vague state of the moment in the gap between my present and past. I can’t remember if you smell of tobacco? I can’t remember whether you have ever had that tearful face? Can’t I remember or not?! Summer nights always seem extremely cold. They always invade my pores out of control and instantly penetrate into my bones, making me cry inexplicably. Somehow I think of you, the sky blue umbrella which is raining heavily. It always stays there so quietly, as if the relationship between me and you is placed in the gap of time, never reincarnated, never died, and never reborn. In the rain and fog, the sky blue rusty umbrella was full of my own breath. He said he was very lonely. But only I know. I am not qualified to talk about loneliness with him. I am only lonely. In the boundless wilderness of time, in the silent and vicissitudes of night fog, I am just lonely for my feelings! This feeling is like a gorgeous and magnificent flood. The waves pounced on the rocks, but one day they would die in such a vigorous way and be surrounded by cracks. I can’t touch the old breath any more. He once came here vigorously and left peacefully. I’m just not used to the blank left by his retreat. Just like myself many years ago, I was just not used to the helplessness when I just entered a strange environment. Time is a savior. He will let this helpless blank disappear from my life one day. In turn, it becomes other gorgeous symbols. I can’t know how long this blank can last? It is not clear when the gorgeous symbols can replace their existence? And I only know that in this blank paragraph, I suddenly remember you in this cold summer night, and remember those beautiful things once or things that are no longer beautiful now. I only so!! This is not a rewind of time, it is just a rewind in the blank of my love. A confused, helpless, sad, helpless and untouching Rewind! But now, he can only be saved by time in a popular way, never reborn in the dark, that’s all!

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