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My dear, the recent nights have been filled with heavy rain, it's the season where you don't need to dry off after taking a shower. The ancients said, "Listen to the music and gaze at the cloud-like sky in front of you. On the same earth, our distance will never be far again." I was watching the press conference of that drama group, it's been 23 years already. So much joy. At the end, the rolling sponsor logos, many of them have already closed down.
Cooking a pot of rice and adding a little dipping sauce is great. I remember my sister used to always eat instant noodles, and someone scared me by saying that a person had worms crawl out of their intestines after eating too many instant noodles. Hahaha, that's impossible. Just eating instant noodles can't even sustain oneself, let alone worms. But when I was a child, I was really scared. I had a long dream when I was tidying up the boxes.
You
Me
Are dreaming.
I had a dream, but I only want to tell it to two people. Only our encounter can be called a chance meeting. I have to admit that I need someone to accompany me. My stomach is just full of food. There are all kinds of goods in front of me, but I feel that all this hustle and bustle is really tasteless.
I hope my life has a little more meaning, but I don't seek any meaning, I just don't want to live like this. I fear interacting with people, yet I long to be the center of attention. I don't care about others' opinions or praise, but some words are hard to ignore on sleepless nights. "No socializing, no sexuality, tired of games, tired of myself." You wrote this in your diary, will you ever think of being remembered one day too?
Now I realize that the path I have to take is the one I have walked before, unexpectedly.
Beloved and praised Venus, you have turned into the eyes of a dragon. The proud gaze of the slowly opening shell, all the jewels will be offered to you. The feather robe of the flying rainbow, visitors gasping for breath under the water. The half-faced sun, everything is for you. The whale swallows the fishing boat, the scene of the tides rising and falling. Without you, even Ares would not be willing. The swirling light follows your dancing skirt and sways among the fireflies, the dark and lonely sea surface spins under your dress. Venus, Venus. Why are you!
It's okay to be in a mess, I'm just hungry.
The TV is on but not playing, I need its light.
The tram is always ringing "dang dang dang". My hair is tangled like tentacles. What I long for is easily obtained and then callously discarded by others.
A delicious crystal, smashed to pieces by a pot of rotten sauce, grew moldy after who knows how many weeks. Because at night, there's always an inexplicable heat.
I don't need to celebrate my birthday because I don't have one. The day I crawled out of the womb is not in my memory. I can open the window and turn on the air conditioning. I seem to prefer the sofa now more than the bed, where you lazily left your frizzy hair, and the sheets are covered in lint balls from lying on them.
Moving forward, are those hills or water? Striped nets cover the eyes, grandly shattering. I kind of miss those dogs on the road in the summer, because of the hot ground, they take slow, cautious steps, sneaky dogs, it's hard not to smile. What karma, what fault, what liberation. How to break free, too much gratitude, too much debt...
Summer is coming without you.
Baby, I can do what's right, everything is alright.
I can't even remember what I wrote myself.
- "Dream of the Unicorn"
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