Personality is our protective color, because the real self is so timid. Youth is dragging its tail, escaping into the depths of time. If you don't see through it, life will be as soft as water, untouchable and uninjured.
When I came out of the coffee shop, a rainbow happened to be slanting across the sky.
I close my eyes before the rainbow disappears.
There is unrest in South Africa. Her store was robbed. At that time, she happened to be counting money on the counter. When she saw the black muzzle of the gun, she subconsciously protected the pile of change. Then she collapsed.
The color on her still young face had faded, and she should have looked undisturbed and clean. There should still be thoughts in my heart, otherwise, I wouldn't have waited so long in the hospital before leaving.
In the darkness, the bright eyes of a fourteen-year-old girl. The water is beautiful.