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Heaven and earth-gull

Time: 2015-06-07 Source: Original Edit: Black Pencil Reading: Times

Returning from that beautiful seaside city is the lingering rainy season. My heart is full of exhaustion and vicissitudes. Once I passed by, wind and rain have become the past with the wandering experience. All the sorrows are thrown into the story of the foreign land, all the dreams are set back after being broken.

That night, I dialed a number on my phone, and your voice came quietly, saying I knew I was back, I was silent, and you said softly on the other end of the phone, "I want to see you." I felt tears for a moment, but I didn't cry because I was no longer vulnerable. So, I did not reject your appointment and meet you.

It was a small but cozy coffee house. The dim lights and soft music sounded slowly, and my mood was so faint. I was sad, holding hot coffee in my hand, no sugar. Bitter, I like the pure naturalness of coffee, the aftertaste is endless, like my story.

Your eyes are bright, in the dark, silently looking at me, all the words seem pale and weak, all the inquiries and expectations become silent. You sigh, and just say softly, "Sing a song, and I want to hear you sing" Sand Gull ".

I laughed and shook my head pretending not to understand. I know, you are reminding me of something deep in memory, because when I was in a foreign country, I sang that song with my friends at the seaside at night, and I wrote your vow on the beach that night On the coast, let the surging waves be read and wiped again and again, there may be many waves before the trace of the vow disappears, but in the end there is no longer a trace of clarity. Thank you so much for writing me a beautiful article so that I will never forget it. Those places are so old, and those waiting and waiting, I know, I know well, but I have no answer or response. I'm alas, I'm confused, but I can't let your concern be my inevitable fate. However, I don't want to sing that song, because in many days, facing the sea and facing the wandering state of mind, I'm tired and my heart is in frost. I don't want to remember the promises I had made in the past, or wandering years. I do not want you to see my despair and sorrow, nor can I find excuses for my decision and departure.

You look at me helplessly, the coffee in your hand has gradually cooled, I do n’t want to mention your promise, I know that I will never ask for that heavy promise, so I do n’t want you to say anything, nor do I want you to say forever , Once you said forever, I do n’t believe it, because I know that time will change too much mood and reality, and I do n’t want to have any reason to regret it. I also don't want to give you too many scars and bumps in my future life.

That night, I just faced you quietly, drinking coffee, listening to music, feeling the mood, and cherishing the meeting. You are a good friend. I can only say so.

When I walk into your quiet and warm hut, I realize your loneliness and loneliness. Your deep feelings are not a mere sight. Your heavy promise will not be light and light. At this moment, the soft tune sounds in your hut. It turned out to be "Sand Gull in Heaven and Earth" that we are very familiar with. I know that song has penetrated into your heart and cannot be erased. Become some kind of eternity in your life, deep into the bone.

When breaking up, I can only give you a silent back, I think, that vow has been written on the beach, I hope you can forget it, you don't have to realize it. And I don't have to worry about the bits and pieces of the past to make everything a thing of the past.

In fact, who would know that in his youth, the promises he made are to bear the feelings of a lifetime, and who knows that promises sometimes only look at the beauty of flowers in the mist, just gently Passing by, without a slight pause, when the dream meets reality, who can hold on to an oath until life after life? And when the vows are wiped away by the waves, is everything going to be clear? Only the sea is smiling gently. In fact, the falling tears are an interpretation of the abandonment of the oath, and who can easily forget that moment without thinking about the past?

And I would rather not swear, I want to say to you, listen, listen quietly, is the sea laughing? Someone is so naive.

That song resounded in my ears, that "A Sand Gull in the World".

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