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Under the white sand, we

Time: 2015-06-25 Source: Original Edit: North of Mobei Reading: Times

He was involved. I don't know you.

Under the sunset. People walking side by side with you. it's me.

Hold your hand across the level crossing with flashing lights. White flowers are next to the copper-colored railroad tracks.

I follow you. Walk here.

Interlaced black wires. Spread in the blue sky over the cement city.

We are walking. Along the black and white zebra crossing.

The world is deadlocked. Even the setting sun is condensing.

I hold your hand. Walking side by side with you.

right now. We live now.

Do not look back. When you look back, you will become weak.

Look forward. Me and the way you are going to walk.

White flowers are blooming by the road. The clear dew has not dried up. And we are together. Hovering between teenage children and mature adults.

"What are you thinking?" They shook hands and walked side by side.

"A little bit miss ... don't you think?" He looked up, looking at the orange light passing between the high-rise and high-rise.

"Have you remembered anything?" And he clenched their hands. Walk across the level crossing that just flashed the warning light.

"After hours." He didn't look at the road, but just followed his lead.

"After hours?"

"Ok."

He stopped asking.

Going home after school is a habit they unknowingly develop. At the beginning, it was a lag. Then, gradually they shoulder to shoulder.

Finally, there are tangled hands.

He holds his right hand in his left hand. They are the hands they usually use, covered with finely divided cocoons.

However, it feels like alive.

"If ..." He whispered, his eyes drifting towards him. He felt his gaze and lowered his head.

Equal to his sight, he is used to being on an equal line with him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, after seeing his mouth slightly open but not talking.

"... It's nothing, it's just something that doesn't matter." He shook his head. Hold the hand tightly back tightly. Do not speak, but this method is not applicable in front of him.

"Have you remembered him?" He asked, with a light cloud, and his focus returned to the road ahead.

And he smiled.

Keep your eyes on the road in front of you. "The day he moved away, it looks like today."

Black and white zebra crossing stretches at the crossroads of crowds. Among the crowd, they could not help but clenched their hands.

"..." His other hand finally caught him directly in front of him. Hug away.

"Sorry ..." Lying on his chest, his apology seemed to have too much meaning.

And he lowered his voice. "He was involved in your past, and this is something I cannot change." His tone was firm.

After leaving the downtown area. Suddenly the murmur ears couldn't adapt, bringing a lonely openness.

"If he hadn't left, would everything be different now?" He looked up.

The path under the viaduct is filled with wild white flowers. The speed of the tram passing by, Hahaha sounded. The shadow of their faces under the setting sun shined through the barbed wire.

"Perhaps, nothing happened. No one knows." He held him. Walking.

His home is just ahead. And their footsteps will slow down after this trigeminal pass.

"I don't know ... often ... I was thinking ... if he didn't leave, even if I met you ..." he glanced at him. His eyebrows are frowned, so his eyebrows are also frowned.

"You're worried, what's next?"

He sighed. "I ... just felt, very at a loss ... for the future."

"Then, just do what we can do now." He looked up and met his sight.

"You are here, and I am here, and this is what we can do at the moment."

At sunset, orange and blue become purple after mixing. The breeze blew by. Flick him with his hair. It was a bit cold, so he reached out and pulled him into his arms and hugged.

"Nah ... are you afraid?" "What do you mean?"

He closed his eyes and smiled quietly at the corner of his mouth. "If, we are not in love."

He also closed his eyes, waiting for the tranquility after the tram. "Are you afraid?" He asked. He thought about it and shook his head.

"If you don't fall in love with you, you won't be afraid."

He gently put a kiss on his forehead. "Me too, I won't be afraid."

"That's ... as well ..." He put his ears against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

"If nothing happens, you won't know if it's good or bad, and you can't judge whether you can afford it or not," he said. Without a smile, the face remained strong.

"Can only ... look forward?" He stared at his eyes, smiling slightly. A little helpless.

"We can only do this ..."

Still looking forward to becoming an adult.

But the child's own self in the body contradicts another mature self.

We are all too mature but not yet grown up children.

Can't do anything but want to do something.

Looking at the road ahead, I don't know if it should be described as long or short.

So all we can count on is to clasp our hands.

We cannot change the past. The memory of the past should not become a rock that stunts growth.

We are walking along with him now and side by side.

The heart is still aside and still confused.

but. We can only move forward.

Maybe someday.

Maybe someday.

We can.

can.

know.

How to define between the juvenile self and the adult self. Maybe one day.

We can no longer be held back by past problems.

Can relax and clasp each other's hands.

Let's walk together. together.

"See you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow."

let it go.

What a smile can do is delay the arrival of loneliness.

"Hey."

"what happened?"

"I think I like you very much today."

He smiled and put a kiss on his lips. It caused him to unconsciously laugh.

"me too……"

The future of us.

Can it be the same as it is now?

The future. Who said it?

So he shook his hand.

If only it could be done now. Then don't let go.

The past cannot be changed. The future is yet to be grasped.

The only thing left is now.

But we also have it now.

His left hand was covered with cocoons. His lips are always smiling.

His eyes looked straight ahead. His hair was shining through the sun.

His shirt was neat and scented. His schoolbag is only a camera and a novel.

Then they met. Then the story. They may also be uncertain.

at least. They are sure they are in love.

<End>

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