Salute, my life
Lie in bed moving, wanting, moving either, on light that shake a little dazzling, climb down behind the bed watching oneself of mirror, eyes are a little red, the hair is a little messy, touch the pocket, emptier than my stomach, very heavy wind hangs outside the window, I pack up one's own clothes, folding carefully, put in the cupboard inside the most, the cupboard is very big, hollow, I shut the cupboard, have shut one cupboard of darkness too.
Go out of the door, a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, unrestrained Luo's Manchus is all, do not know where oneself can go, watching the bending of the end, how to get to there is not a signpost to tell me to deserving, the loudspeaker of the car is loud, he points out me, can't leave here.
Mount QQ, it is several head those that glimmer in there still, take earphone, attempt, look for some can stimulate I voice of ears, gurgle, think our toilet suddenly, it gurgle I it sounds to be can cordial then only, and setting up the shadow, all memory outside the toilet. I light a cigarette, the ones that exert all one's effort are smoked into lung, I so like, only in this way, just make me sober, let me know I was still alive originally.
The people around are all taking one's own earphone, some shake the head slightly, some laugh heartily, some are staring at the screen, it seems to be thinking, do this one's own thing, perhaps, have me only, just knowing the boring monitoring with monitor, they.
I like night, but outside bright emperor emperor now, I do not know when, do not want either to know, just wonder what I do on earth, think something, live, why it is, first two month all over 18, think oneself was a real person, but it seemed that the fact made a joke forever, the person around always thought I was childlike, think I nothing can, but I had known, I see, lived in this world still, you must accept the thing that you do not like, even if you do not like, even disagreeable, but you must accept, because unwilling, a part of your life. Different life
Each song, each film, everything, there is a moving reason, I always believe. I always believe my democratic meeting is getting excellent, I have said to oneself for a lot of times, can bleed, mustn't shed tears, can fail, mustn't bow, perhaps, my excellence, in the twinkling of an eye when the next one looked up, the sunshine flows through the hair tip, the sun shines again after the rain. . . . . . .
So as to salute, my life