Empty circle. Yuankong means emptiness. It all comes to an end in the end.
The long story that stopped midway may now be continued.
Preface
She smiled softly, the wind blowing her hair up. Flying beautifully behind the head. There were tiny flickering lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes, which were becoming clearer and clearer every year. She calls it the mark of age.
There is a huge soul clarity in the Roman night, because it was so dark around me that I couldn't see her eyes clearly. I can only call her name, fireworks, fireworks. Then a cold hand touches my skin and dances wildly, here I am. It's like two injured beasts, clinging to each other and fearing the coming of the night. After the dark night comes, they are afraid of losing each other, and they are afraid of the coming of dawn, and then they are afraid of the falling of the night again. She said we are beasts who live our lives in fear.
That time I met her in a bar in Shanghai. She was wearing a pair of jeans that had turned white and a wrinkled black T-shirt. Only the white ribbon on her black hair was dazzling and expensive. She talked to me, laughed shrilly, took off the ribbon from her head, and strangled my neck. I screamed. I could feel the air disappearing from my brain bit by bit. After she loosened the soft and smooth white ribbon, her eyes told me with holes that we are all beasts who spend our lives in fear.
She is the woman I like, a mentally barren woman.
Fireworks asked me how it was, dancing wildly, and whether I felt anything about the night in Rome. I told her, it's very warm here, only your hands are cold. This is not good. She let out a high-pitched laugh. Resounded throughout the sky.
There is no doubt that she is the soul of this world, and I am my own soul. Fireworks are like an empty glass bottle thrown into water, and a halo appears. There is air that slowly expands upward, then contracts, and then disappears without a trace. She is a bottle that will leave me with the waves. I try to hold her with a thread, but she is a free soul. I know she will stay away. Ultimately leaving no trace.
Sometimes we should restrain our tears and smiles so that we can live. Just like all the vile and shameful bugs you see, but they are also great in my eyes, and we are not at all. Dancing wildly, you should restrain your indifference, just like I should restrain my laughter. Some things must be decided by oneself. If one word comes from others, all the bricks will be destroyed, and the building will eventually be razed to the ground. She said these words with a gentle smile and a steady tone.
And when she said four words, there was a sweet and warm smile on her face, and the small freckles on one side of her nose became prominent, making her look naughty and cute. The tips of her fingers were cold, she said, and hollow.
Dancing on a moonlit night