At the public station in the provincial capital of Chaoge, the autumn rain is very short, almost sudden. The humans in the city are sick and loved. Become indifferent. Loneliness. and the sudden camellia. I saw that the subway seats were only a third full. Most of the passengers were singles, and the carriage was a little unnaturally quiet. The Vietnamese woman slept heavily and rested her head on my left shoulder during the shaking of the subway.

North Palmers (New Zealand) is heavily foggy.

The sky was low again, and the gray seemed to be thicker than it had been in the morning, "It's not a city at all." The Vietnamese woman said, "Well, it's okay not to explain it to anyone." However, the station is not the same, and we and the sea are like that. ”

It's a strange place, and it's dusk that can be confirmed.

After 22:00. Walk back to the Mx Bar. Then I unexpectedly met Zhao Xiaoxi. The girl, who was wearing a white shirt and very old coarse cloth jeans, walked towards me with her head down, her brow furrowed as if in a trance, and there was only ten centimeters between us, and she did not recognize me, so she hurried by. I smelled a chemical smell of Gulain on this girl's clothes.

Or the darkness is perfect for setting off these nightclub beauties. Towards the twilight.

The Vietnamese woman next to me was drinking Ontario ice wine.

Darkness is divided into heaven and earth. So we smoke Yves Saint Laurent, Marlboro, a faceless without any ups and downs. I feel that a thousand years are insignificant, but the sea is not enough. I saw the dark eyes of a Vietnamese woman similar to mine. Then I said, "Don't think about the past just yet, okay?" and we looked at the moon. I suddenly felt that something was changing, but I couldn't tell what it was. The girl asked abruptly, "Where will we go in the future?" Glancing at the moon shadows scattered on the ground, the girl's eyes darkened, "How long have we known each other here?" I said, "Five years." Then the girl said, "Shall we go out for a while?" and my book of Tsvetaeva poems is still there.

"I remember the 1999 novel 'Farewell to Vivian'. ”

"There was something broken and bleak in there, and we didn't know how to put it, only later to learn that it was lonely as snow. ”

Therefore, it seems to be a little strange, no one speaks anymore, and I feel that the Vietnamese woman's female consciousness of the night will show the loneliness of the character when she blinks.

But the feeling of clarity that this girl talks about is what it always says, and it gives me all the freedom I have about beauty. I could smell the perfume on the skin of a Vietnamese woman. Smoke smell. I put my nose in her ear, and I wanted to remember her hallucinations.

Or maybe it's like that, now I don't know why, I'm closer to the Vietnamese woman, closer. I feel like we're objective animals. And there are all kinds of sensations in front of you. In the cold. It is a lush grass. So neither of them speaks, and some kind of broad meaning in the depths of everyone's humanity makes us understand these beings.

We feel like things are happening repeatedly

We look back, and behind us / there is no life after that

Two people who were very close became very close

Then I lay on the Vietnamese woman's bed, next to the half-flipped pages of popular magazines and light novels, with masks, perfumes, and whiskey. I used a Vietnamese woman's computer to look through MSN. In the blog, which was still unfamiliar, I saw a very different life. I also understand that in Socrates (Augusti-430 A.D.), ancient Greek philosophy had penetrated into the gods but had only made some changes in the form of interpretation. And what I suddenly remembered was that here, we were kind of general, like many years later, when we went to a distant event, and a strange crowd walked in.

The Vietnamese woman next to her has a gothic smile on her face. She said abruptly, "Will you always be here?" but we can't go back. So I asked, "Where do you want to live?"

We see the shadows of the city, and the clarity of nature or whatever. It had snowed again, and the land and islands were white. I saw the legions of the Holy See craggling across the land. After that on May 21. We found Li Tong at the Hustine nightclub. Because he likes to drink Mezcal, the abrupt convulsions of his body make the singer in a trance. The girl was still smoking cheap tobacco. And in the metro station of the city of Hanoi.

I feel that such a passing by has not caused much change,

It's like smelling stiff and cloudy, belonging to the smell of a public place. And then its beginning and end, strange. On top of that, there was a ray of moonlight on the girls' skin, and then I accidentally pulled the Vietnamese woman's coat down, revealing her underwear-only body. She smiled and said, "Beautiful?" and "What else do you want to change?" and I had to cover it up. I say:

"I told you you look better with short hair. ”

The Vietnamese woman said lightly, "It's nothing! We just never get found." "Will you come back later?" I said gloomily, "I don't know." I have a fixed belief that sometimes I want to end a life, but I have been in a trance for many years. ”

"Because we are commanded to start. Leave. ”

So after 01:50. With this illusion and the old. However, I am just as sad as the Vietnamese woman. Much like the girl hovering in front and me behind me. And a few times it was the same. So walk ahead, walk, maybe so, if you're not careful, you become a passerby. Even in the dim light, there is a person who sees you, and he wants you to keep looking at him like this, and tell him what it means to lose.

I feel like I forgot all of a sudden. Then the Vietnamese woman showed me the diary she had just written:

"I see that after this, only those who live near the Origin with difficulties leave the Source (2). Drinking makes loneliness louder. Then I put on my black coat and left. Meet the kind of obviousness that is shown to them. And we begin to understand that these upside-down spirits seem to be in vain. It's like meeting you here. Quietly. Glamorous. There is also enough sea. ”

Just like when the wind blows the floating world, Vietnamese women find worries here and will always remember. Walk in a secluded place where the snow falls. The Vietnamese woman said: "I still feel like something is missing. I asked, "What's missing?" and the Vietnamese woman said, "That's right." It's cherry blossoms. But it's not yet the month of return. I said, "Will you summon?" and the Vietnamese woman laughed, "I learned it in the Holy See." ”

"The cherry trees in the inner universe, in my name, call you here. Ride the wind and emerge!" After that, several large cherry blossom trees rose from the ground. However, the Vietnamese woman stood under the tree, smiled and danced, and looked beautiful. I asked, "Have you girls learned this call?" and the Vietnamese woman said, "Of course." There is also the sound of material abandonment. ”

"You know, that's how it was in the beginning. I said abruptly, "Instantaneous, it's the smell of dialectic." ”

She looked at the raindrops on the glass. And what is wanted, it is not elsewhere.

Like dense algae in the sea, a large mass of shaking souls.

Therefore, the encounter with Zhao Xiaoxi made me think very far. However, the Vietnamese woman said, "You've been avoiding it. I also said to the girl, "Isn't it good to avoid it?" but I wasn't sure if I would remember these changes, whether they were there or not, and it seemed that she suddenly said, "Do you want to leave?" and I asked, "Where?" I don't know where to go, as long as it's not here. ”

The Vietnamese woman's face is pale, much like snow under the eaves

So I'm thinking:

Want to drink some wine and make your soul weightless

Actually, I haven't seen it

It's like some rainy dusk when I suddenly have it

I can't see myself, but in the middle of the night, I drink with a Vietnamese woman, and then we feel:

By accident, they've grown into what they wanted

Appearance. Nothing stopped, sinking more and more

Until one rainy night, one of them

Suddenly smashed, with an incredible arc

Leaving us with a ripple. maybe

Only then can we touch the air

The shells of desire, in the heights, they tightly,

Together, this is part of the darkness (3).

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