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<td class=\\However, everyone was too lazy to distinguish between willing intoxicated. As we love, used to depend on each other, but more and more that we just fell in love with love itself, not each other.
intervals throughout each person will fall into dull, stiff fingers lack of blood, cold and long, slim. The alley has not started flying early autumn leaves, fresh green plane trees to flourish with the publicity still, quiet Lieyang in the afternoon under the vent did not understand the loneliness of humanity. Fired into the windows of the sun makes me feel a vague fear, the sunny kitchen is always heating up at this time, the cold floor to the place where the sun gradually warming sun, the temperature even more close to the bustling city. Like those long tired of the neon light the night breathing the warmth bleak. Otherwise, unless the thirst I refuse to enter this area during this period, as well as balconies.
You're a cave animals. Yang ironic laugh. Indeed. The wallpaper in the room heavy elm narrow color, pleasant to the eye moist feeling cramped there, and my dirty room furnishings will be interspersed throughout the room, old house deep in the mountains as thoroughly. Gloomy season came rolling out of the window the rain, tempting as gurgling streams in the forest. I suspect I am dwelling in a mushroom under a tree,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sadly grows. Do not need to suck the sun, as long as the darkness. I am not absolutely isolated
However, only those dark green or gray dress uniform, strode my makeup on the streets in the city under his arm and awkward style of the alligator purse, scattered fluffy straight hair loss measured in the wind, as if to join the street very shallow cautious agents. On Flow Shalimar fragrance. Yang said that the taste is very suitable for me, but I am very ashamed, because I live up to the beautiful story behind it. India's most beloved legends of his Great Shajie Han Fei Taj, who do anything they want in his kingdom, the king, still as the world like any ordinary man, do everything possible, hoping to win favor with beautiful children. To this end, he ordered the construction of many beautiful gardens, where he and Taj take a walk, and the light whisper, talk of love, in this he was deeply infatuated with the woman's eyes, he found another more beautiful world. These two tracks leave the garden to be named SHALIMAR, SHALIMAR is Sanskrit, the original intent of the temple of love.
already love or the marriage will not let me feel the slightest fear, and now only the dull dull. Frequent contacts with a number of men, naturally ambiguous feelings plain vent lonely spit at each other, then love failure, without saying goodbye to split. Playing with each other shamelessly squandered the time, refused to mention the eternal.
perhaps you can marry me. Young did it. I do not feel any emotion of joy. I know he loves me, need me, eager to take care of me. In addition to cold outside but I can only harm. Just because there is no love between us. Do not ask such a silly question. Do not know how many times Jianpanshangqiao the case text. Indifferent to talk about the life and death. Young saw the lens on my arm mottled scars. Crescent-shaped very chic. Is indeed a very strange shape. Liugejinian. Unfortunately, I no longer feel pain. Dark purple agate bracelet against the background of a brilliant piece under the traces, it seems that in retrospect I was disturbed that his knife down and decisive, but you can not remember crawling around in their own against the change of the red liquid and watch them fall When the gray soil their expression. Forget that time whether there is tears.
we are still alive, despite the humble too,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as among themselves, and aimless. Young appeared in a number of empty time, and then stay in my world, I used to take the initiative to greet his concerns, but always ignored his existence. Yang said, I am a woman too Jieao, closed his own, rejected the owners, are still vague longing for something. Just my tragedy is that I can not love, enthusiasm, do not know what longing.
stagnation face, pale eyes, the skin dry and slightly rough. You must be a quiet person. Yes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], most of the time I was silent. Why not go out. I hate the crowd, though firm and arrogantly across from them would bring me inexplicable pleasure, I do not remember who's faces do not have to worry about, or who remember the forgotten me, and we miss each other and to strangers, without looking back and regret.
first met Young in the West subway. Young asked with a newsletter that rely on the dissemination of trance window of the woman is not me sleepy. Then, abruptly awakened, looked down at the information, and then rose a half coldly mouth, then looked up then and Yang in the eye. Is a stalwart man, generous shoulders cold eyes reveal a non-Yi insight into the sad, brown skin and a heavy heart and the vicissitudes of life, some traces of mottled accumulate in the eye. I like his eyes. He moved to sit beside me, to live by his tuck clothes, I got up and called it stumbled, fell on his arms. Smelt a secluded natural lemon fragrance. He is a law-abiding man. So you can have this taste.
similar to the coffee. Did not think you would point to take iron. Young puzzled. I just like the bitter and rich mellow,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a little drunk anesthesia, combined with the dark cigarettes, and I indulge the decadent and elegant. I willfully stirring spoon, watching the dark liquid gradually cooling, together with the cool earth with my fingers, slowly drink. Indeed, is Kugan. Against Yang with him, he sat calm, unhurried and waiting for my dialogue. I finally just said something, it is late. And then walk away. Lost in the heavy metal city, traffic reminds me of the dust raised to a horse galloping, however, roll up the long sand Bing Ge, also filled with the bloody brutal poetic, but the reinforced concrete floors of buildings only gives me the dust under the inspiration Let me write a parting Parting.
those men and women to exchange the erotic, sinking in the darkness of midnight on each other's body, in a frenzied gestures to cover up their own vulnerability and helplessness, sucking each other sweat and saliva until the lips dry, limp tired to sleep. Just the two of tears have become honest, alone in a desolate look to each other for help, but can not save anyone who is helpless. Who does not love them. And love even exist, it can not save anyone. We miss all the time and killing the love that can become feelings of fantasy, shattered, licking wounds, blood sweet and fishy.
Why do you let them separate. Jan asked me, but in fact I believe he knows the answer. Because the trust has no long-term can be used, or that has no love for long-term survival. Barren heart brought together people want, how graceful wishful thinking. Are tragic overweight people, in addition to rendering each other more quiet outside, but also what is derived. Yang silence. I just sat in front of the screen until Jan silent farewell. Barefoot on the cold floor, went to French window, relying on the cold breeze blowing glass. Road vehicles, the wind mixed with the taste of dust, sharp and biting, but intoxicated. Perhaps I am destined to live as if the city Hermit who land erosion in the night awake, intoxicated with the fading of the bright neon.
and Young during the time I go out to meet the relatively frequent. After many foot alley alley, street trees began to fly leaves, elegant light to fall. Step up crisp and soft, I can enjoy their broken voices, mingled with the old people playing mahjong and dubbed spin, cold and harmony. The colorful costume jewelry boutique signs, and you Lennon Lennon's companion who I work the back, I miss black and white photograph of the hand image. Old tracks, interlocking fingers, unknown journey.
I am the woman upstairs, when the early death of her husband, a New Year's Eve night. Lying curled up on the sofa to drink brandy and listening to sound of fireworks outside the window a little family reunion to some drunk, tired quickly because I want to sleep, though before long will be awakened by fireworks, but people are rejoicing in full swing The night was terrible for me, ears still closed doors, the children's laughter and the songs are all on television remind me shame alone. There was a time that night to calm a little peace of the world, but I heard the woman crying in grief, the crying, screaming in pain. She and her husband have been two, no children and no pets, and today only her. A few days later I went to greet her, and bought some fruit snacks, pot of chicken soup she served me, and smile harmony and calm, but face more haggard old, silver-gray hair earlier today is still gray, bloodless lips lilacinus was not much . She said her husband and her in the years that some of the conservative obsession with treason, as if the idea does not belong to that era, that period was no doubt that they love the most brilliant Love life. She walked quiet and comfortable. Is left in their sleep, without pain. No regret and resentment. Her cold body was found dead several days later. Her life did not dispute those who carried away her. Yang
never share any concerns with the work thing. I only know he was in senior management, he only know that I am writing instruction. When we drink coffee sat silent, drinking only when there are some simple dialogue, but not a word of greeting. Do you have many times What love. Young asked. Can not tell what time is the real love, may have been, but it broke. A wound that should be true. There have been, but has in the past, not the occasion. You could not believe me,. Not refuse, but spend the kind of tired of thinking, ask yourself this question the more the more doubts, why force yourself. How do people fall in love with you. What am I apologize to them because they love the lonely. Maybe. Yang,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Why fall in love with me. I need you. What I need. Do not ask.
a long time we indifferent to each other, I still live life like a cave, black and white reversed. I have chronic insomnia, in the days of hunger for the bread of anxiety in the days of food and clothing for the barren grief. Sometimes I fall into self-deprecating, perhaps I will no longer have such abundance of problems. This is a good idea.
spent the whole winter and miserable. Yang sent a text message, and he in the field trip. The spring to see him, the more residue Hu Qinghei outline contours of his face thin, but more flavor, the spirit of the whole person looks cool a lot. Deep and sad eyes alone did not change the slightest. We hugged in the subway station, his body can still smell the fragrance of the lemon flavor, as always, mixed with contaminated because of the journey long and the smell of other people, and some pungent stench.
I miss you. Young leaned close to my hair said. Jan, we went to drink please. Looked into his eyes, I am calm and calm the reply. I know no other can be. All the way up holding my hand, interlocking fingers cold, an almost forgotten feeling. Two cups of Margarita, blues saxophone music, two faces tell a different vicissitudes, but bears similar confusion.
Why not marry me. Yang, we can live together, but we have not begun the marriage fatigue. I can make you live more comfortably than now, What it is not enough. Why should I force myself to love you, Jan, thank you for your perseverance, but in fact you all know that is not love. What do you need of love. I do not want, but I do not need illusions. You did Jieao and stubborn, hopeless. Yes it is, we are all self-defeating.
We drank very joy, for the different cocktails. Pinklady, Nothing ... ..., the wine shows the fancy of young skillful adjustment method, dazzling, a bright light to accelerate our drunk, really like a couple. I fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, which he let her into her arms. Middle of the night shivering and trembling we called the car bumps along the way have we become gradually clear. I reached out the window, lights flashing under the bright purple bracelets trembled, Jan see my crescent-shaped scar.
sent me upstairs, Yang pointed at the door. I love you, Why can live with me. Yang, you can go sit. I have been answering you for too long. You have already heard my answer. You do not love anyone, maybe you love me. Yang, Do not say, go sit. Young withstood the door, however, hold me close again, his face snapping my neck, the cold penetrated my collar tears. Marry me. Then he went downstairs to leave.
a long time we have no contact. I still avoid people to live alone in a dark room, just rest up to become a regular. Occasionally miss Young, do not think it with love. Two months later I told Yang
to apply for a marriage registration, no wedding. But I insisted on letting his house to Yang and moved me.
I love you. Thank you for loving me.
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