Flashback, next year, he
I often imagine what it will be like after death, whether I will meet them who have been waiting for me, or whether I will drink Meng Po soup and not remember anything, or whether I will rot in the coffin and turn into simple inorganic substances. No matter what, I'm still willing to die. Because I am noisy and afraid of loneliness.
Until I met Li again, he captured my loneliness and sang my 23rd birthday like a long cicada. I am happy because he has lifted the long-term rain with sunshine; I am sad because I am seriously ill and will not live long.
I left quietly, not wanting him to watch his lover die.
I no longer only think about the future, but also quietly reflect on the past.
When you cross the line between dawn and dusk, you have to face tomorrow alone, because I died yesterday.
08 Years old, the two of them met next summer;
When they were 14 years old, they met in the middle of July;
18 years old is the summer when the two miss each other;
23 years old, it is the belated summer that two people spend together;
At the age of 24, Chu Ming was alone and dying in the summer.
In the middle of July, cicadas chirp.
Summer is here, and the world is full of things.
"A Ming,"
"Huh?"
"Goodbye."
"Well, bye."
I can't see you anymore, I'm sorry...
Midsummer is always here, the cicadas are constantly chirping, and I will always be by your side.
(Warm reminder: The place names in the article are real, and the plot content is fictitious. This book has no prototype, it is an imaginary one!)
Purpose: Cherish the present moment
