In his memory, I saw a dark night, silently devouring his world, as if in my imagination there was a pair of skateboard shoes, different from the most fashionable dancing must be great, the whole city searched all the streets, she said that the time she would find in the future will give me the answer, on Sunday I looked again and still did not find it, a month later I went to the second city, here people call it the city of charm, the time passed soon night was coming, I thought I had to leave......

How does this scene feel familiar......

And then I continued to delve into his memory......

When I was about to leave I saw a specialty store, that is the skateboard shoes I wanted, my skateboard shoes are fashionable and fashionable, on the way home I can't help it, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on this smooth ground, in the moonlight I see my figure, sometimes far away and sometimes very close, I feel a force driving my steps, with skateboarding shoes I am not afraid of the dark, step by step, step by step, step by step, like a minion, like the pace of the devil......

But I don't know why I saw this sturdy American soldier and a woman standing on the street have some inappropriate things for children, like minions, and like the pace of the devil, I see a little inexplicable, is there nothing else that the American soldier can do except fight the enemy and play with women?

Friction...... Rubbing, I beat myself, this is the beautiful moment of my life, I want to complete my favorite dance, in this beautiful moonlight on this beautiful street, I tell myself that this is true This is not a dream, this scene is like hypnosis constantly looping there singles, making me feel a kind of Han Hong wants to hit people when I see it, this is not a dream, this is completely a disease!

Before I could react, the scene began to change again......

This soldier has gone through a sad dream again, this dream, the emphasis is on a man who has no money in his pocket, no cigarette in his pocket, feels hungry, feels cold, in this strange city, in this strange crowd, singing why I am still single, still wandering, thinking about yesterday and tomorrow, how to face my life, the figure of the devil is everywhere, the devil's minions are torn and hurt again and again, the demon is quietly approaching, as long as it is not careful, its ambition may explode...... Erupt......

What's the outbreak?,This person is a psychopath.,Can you have some normal dreams?,I encountered some inexplicable things and inexplicable scenes.,I can see that my whole person is a.,There's no trace of fluctuation in my heart.,There are some feelings that want to laugh......

The year before the end of the world, schools were closed. There are not many days to come, so why do you have to study for the future? The kids were so happy that they had no more schoolwork, playing catchy in the cram street arcades, running wild on Aare Street, throwing pebbles into the river, and buying mint licorice candy for all the zero coins. Parents can do whatever they like.

But the next scene entered my world like a picture scroll in an instant......

It was the day before the end of the day, and all the shops and barracks were closed.

There was nothing to discuss in the Parliament building, everything was silent, no matter what the watch factory, the flour mill on the other side of the hill was silent, there was only a little time left, what kind of industry and commerce were needed?

In the open-air café, where people sit and sip coffee and talk about life casually, the air is full of liberation, for example, a brown-eyed woman is telling her mother that when she was a child she worked as a tailor and had no time to spend with her, and that they are planning a trip to Lucerne, and that they want to arrange their two lives for the rest of their lives.

At another table, a man told him that the bastard boss often spent hours and hours with his wife in the locker room of the office, and threatened the couple that if they were looking for trouble, they would fire him, and now what is there to worry about, he cleaned up the boss, killed him and put it in his trunk, and the husband and wife also reconciled, and continued to be reluctant, all of them were reluctant, why bother with everything?

The rain was pouring down, and no one was holding an umbrella.

When his mind was finally settled, he stretched his legs and feet, and let his eyes wander around the Alps, which are the Alps, why does it rain so much, but who cares?

The master in the bakery has thick fingers, humming a little song, putting the dough into the oven, these days everyone comes to buy bread is so polite, all smiles, pay money, because money is worthless, they talk about picnics, talk about the cute stories told to them by children, talk about the long bends of the afternoon walk, they don't seem to care if the world is not over, anyway, everyone has the same fate, the world with only one month left is an equal world.

It was the day before the end of the world, and the streets were laughing and laughing, neighbors who never spoke exchanged greetings to their friends, they were undressed and taken to bathe in the fountain, and some people were stabbing in the hot springs at the foot of the mountain, swimming until they were exhausted, no matter what the smell of sulfur, they lay down on the thick grass by the river and chanted poems, and the lawyers of the High Court and the little clerks of the post office laughed and talked about art and color, and walked hand in hand in the purple and red of the botanical garden. What does it matter if you were in a position in the past?

In a world with only one day left, they stood as tall as they stood and sat in unison.

He saw a man and a woman leaning against a wall drinking beer and eating bacon, and then she took him back to her room. She is a married woman, but she has been in love with this man for many years, and she wants to fulfill her wish at the end of the world, and some guys run around the streets to do good deeds to make up for their past mistakes, only they laugh unnaturally.

Just one minute before the end of the day, everyone gathered in the open space outside the art museum, men, women and children gathered in a large circle and held hands, no one spoke, there was absolute silence, so that the heartbeat of the left and right people could be heard.

It was the last minute of the world, and in this absolute silence, a bouquet of purple gentian flowers in the garden flashed and shone brightly, and then disappeared into the crowd.

The needles of a larch tree behind the hillside whipped in the breeze, and the trees behind showed the shattering sun on the surface of the Aare River.

The structure of the mountain stone is as slender as the veins of leaves, and the high Alps are full of snow, purple and white, vast and solemn, a cloud is floating, a swallow is flying, and no one speaks.

In the last few seconds, it was as if everyone was jumping down hand in hand.

The end came like the earth.

The cold air rushed by, and the body lost weight.

The quiet horizon opens its mouth.

The vast white carpet is getting closer and closer, and finally this pink, this ball of life, is swept away.

It's over!