You are my tears for a summer

The sunshine in summer is very dazzling. It passes through the cracks between leaves, pierces into my eyes straightly, enlarges in the center of my pupil, and deeply penetrates into the deep dark whirlpool. It was such a cold night again. I vaguely saw myself standing in the corner filled by darkness, who was once full of youth through the huge gray-black and glass. See that light yellow paper note that on your 0.5mm of black water refill outline of 7 words: I am your m sand. I saw the Ink ink pen was filled with blurred marks by tears, just like the thin white fog in the morning of winter permeating in the air for a long time. Those subtle emotions which could not be understood kept moving in the center of this mist, and they showed their unique breath in the air. At that time, on the paper paper wet by tears, those sorrows which were hard to release in my heart were reflected clearly in my eyes through the carrier of tears, there is light flashing in the eyes, just like the shining stars beside the moonlight, jumping in the lost people’s psychology and beating in their chest. With a kind of motivation to survive, they were supported to go through the most difficult time. That piece of paper has always been forced to exist in such a form. They are like being wound up by time, and then tightly fastened there with nails. However, I saw the dark yellow attic in the century-old house being protected in a nearly uninterrupted way. The famous painting on that old wall. The firm and reliable promise fell unprepared at an almost incredible speed. It fell on the dark yellow floor with a bang, destroying a famous painting, an old house and people’s nearly conceited self-name. Just like those things that should have been done but not done, those emotions that should have happened but not happened, those people that should have appeared but not appeared, those promises that should not have been invalidated but failed. All of them ran away from the original life track when they were caught off guard, leaving the old people, old things and old promises sighing in the cracks of time. But now I am standing in the hot and dry sun to see your almost blurred face, and your breath is clearly lingering in my breath in a clear way. I stand in front of you, in a nearly stiff awkward posture. After your eyes hesitated for a long time, you finally turned elsewhere. In the second I passed by, I remembered that there was a scene in the article I once wrote: they met by accident, his sight stayed on her for a while and finally left. She stared at his eyes tightly, trying to find the warm memory of the past, but at the moment when he was too late to touch her eyes. She sighs of relief. Then under his surprised eyes, she walked with her injured leg numb and stiff trembling. From that moment on, she knew that this man in this life and this man who left vigorous memories in the first half of her life had nothing to do with her since then, these semi-real words imprisoned us. I couldn’t see the emotion in your eyes, so I heard her laughter echoing beside my ears. In this competition of youth. I finally lost!? Lose love and lose yourself. But at this time, you saw the back I left slowly without nostalgia at all, just like the smile of me and you. The past of the world of mortals was just an insignificant scenery. At that moment, I suddenly remembered an article named “Three o’clock in the afternoon without cherry” in summer with short hair. She wrote in the last paragraph: I hung up the phone and suddenly wanted to eat some cherries at 3:30 pm in the light wind and clouds, but I didn’t have cherries or love. I looked at the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the distance, and those memories were in full swing on the tan land under the flowers. At this moment, I think I have neither Cherry nor love. But I burst into tears for you for a summer.

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