He curled up and lay on his side, like a shrimp, hugging himself tightly. The narrow curve of the body wraps around the heart. Wrap it tighter, then tighter. Then suddenly I realized that I no longer had a heart.
People are like this. When they are never worried about losing, they don't wrap things up. And I learned to wrap because it had already been discarded.
Fear. Deep fear, shallow fear. It's like blood spots seeping into the bones, dark and red, and cannot be polished away. Wanted to scream, to run, to tear apart. Then finally, silently, with a smile, I cried hard.
It's like a memorial to the love I once had, or thought I had.
Wake up from the surrounding darkness and hear yourself. He asked clearly: "How about spending the winter.". Then I remembered the weather in June.
The weather in June. Dry heat, violent humidity.
The sky will be blue without a trace of dust, making people dizzy. The air will be as hot as lava trapped in the cracks, making people suffocating. The heavy rain that fell in front of me instantly was like a violent impact, knocking people's steps into disarray.
The weather in June. Dry heat, violent humidity.
Desperately cold.
Trembling, shivering. Dear, please tell me how to survive the winter in this hot June. . .