Library

Many years have passed, and the continuous memory has been broken into fragments, and then blurred into a few scattered scenes. It wasn't until I discovered similar habits that time had left on my body that I was surprised to realize that so many of them had already happened. Countless evenings and dusk, I walked around the playground idly gnawing on peaches. The scattered notes, the lost blue water glass and the inexplicable tears. The slightly upward squinting of the eyes when smiling and the nostalgic smell of lees. Two cotton T-shirts, and I wrote a letter that would never end. There is also a finger that you quietly stretched out and clenched tightly while huddled under the wind of the tram on a winter night. In memory of 2013-1019.