Chapter 16 Live in other places (1)
Chapter 16 Live in other places (1)
In this city, I have no friend, I and a very modern girl a little over 20 cohabit, she have big eyes perplexed, one head fluffy gaudy red short hair and can hold beautiful both hands of the pen, she write uncanny light characters of fairy, sex as float lily at dirty bad smell oil slick description. We are not friends, but we know how each other deeply.
Xiao Cheng is looking at me, are you here these years? Have suffered hardships? I am looking at this big boy at the moment, much riper, weariness with some, but still there are brilliant eyes like the planetesimal.
Do you know how long, how anxious I have looked for you? Under the star light, this beautiful man's eyes are changing strange color, I lost it into it unexpectedly.
It is a few years, in the past few years, I did not get in touch with anyone, just looked for a silk comfort in downcast and alcohol at night. I know man that I love why one go far from me, or should cure last love sow traumatic pain with groan of a love. However, the heart is like exhaustion.
Tall and erect will still leave a message on the diary. I will still go to look too. The freedom of the human nature is not originally gone to impose, I accept destiny slowly.
Digging my eyes, I can still see you,
Stopping up my ears, I can still hear you;
Without foot, I can go to your side,
Without mouth, I can pray to you.
Breaking my both arms, I can still embrace you - -
Use my heart, like hand.
Pincers live in my heart, my brain can not be stopped;
You set fire and burn my brain,
You will hold up me, the blood which uses me.
If any man will give me countless passion, happiness and tear like small soldier, what men are there be with the tall and erect return and calm that generally give me soul?
Hear leaving me and waking up in some month of some year of winter
I think I wait for me to look forward to the future but can't arrange
There is a person to wait in the future outside the window of cloudy day bike at dusk
See and like abducting several and just coming curved forward right left
What kind of dialogue who I meet to have
In how far 's future it will be person he that I wait for
I hear wind from the subway and sea of faces
I am lining up to hold the number slip of the love
I fly over the sea for one time to forward flight
We have been injured in the love extremely too
The entry where I am looking at the way dream is a little narrow
It is the accident most beautiful that I meet you
My answer to a riddle will be untied one day in the future
After leaving that city with tall and erect figure, I roam about to a very modernized city in the South. There are skyscrapers there, there are noisy bars day and night, there is a red man's green daughter busy for life, there is the twining sillily and sillily of a prosperous scene too. However, that city does not believe the love.
Once in a while, I will spend the night with some men having nothing to do, sometimes nothing will happen, just two pieces of lonely soul nestle and get warm. What kind of times is these, air packed with impetuous, yearn for but each other two people of health know the other side's name. Perhaps all these one is to a kind of vindictiveness of life, but the ice is blue, retaliate against stubbornly like this, whether worthy. I begin to hate oneself.
In this city, I have no friend, I and a very modern girl a little over 20 cohabit, she have big eyes perplexed, one head fluffy gaudy red short hair and can hold beautiful both hands of the pen, she write uncanny light characters of fairy, sex as float lily at dirty bad smell oil slick description. We are not friends, but we know how each other deeply. We have few what, but each exchange is being exchanged diligently.
Come into door of her for the first time, she mediocre to sweep I lazy.
Come in.
Curl one's lip, she says, that house, rent is 700 in January, a pack of water and electricity, the sitting room is public, the hygiene is swept in turn, people without fixed duties,etc. mustn't put up for the night, don't be too noisy. Finish saying, bury oneself to enter the sofa stoically.
I nearly decide to stay without seeing the house, in an instant, I come to like this red hair evil spirit woman.
The evil spirit woman calls oneself little vagrant goblin.
The little goblin is the editor of a fashion magazine, always have some advance guards' view and theory, until person of eyes see, see, familiar with, you will think she disguise indifferent appearance the sensitive fragile heart with strength, so write the characters so as to catch the spirit deep-rootedly.
She has many boyfriends, but there is no lover.
She often wears seldom very thin clothes and dances lightly in the room self-assuredly, so American as to let people suffocate.
I say, die girl, wear more after she finishes jumping always?
But she says speaking plausibly, the health of exposing a person is art, it is vulgar that conceal it. Vulgar, too vulgar to be endured. I throw the sofa mat on her indistinct body.
The little goblin believes the love, but does not believe the eternal love.
It is the getting more exhausted always in but single love whether to last love the I one inspiration,at I inspiration in when, it is time to pursue new love to relieve oneself. People's life can not only love a person, why confine one's own soul? The marriage system is really mankind strangling harshly to natural instinct.
But there is responsibility in the marriage.
People can only pay responsibility to oneself, why expect others to be responsible for you?
But the marriage needs to be loyal.
Then not need the marriage. The woman need only keep loyal to oneself, and women, to the male " non- loyal " Just in order to return to oneself, do not cheat and lascivious. There are women who a lot of very beautiful men courted, that, who is coming, even if that woman whom even Nietzsche can not forget all the time, let it be, no matter who is she, she say woman of love seem " whether one wait for lightning split tree turn on it " anyway ,It or heart splits, or send out the longer new branch of the new bud; That is to say she either sacrifice oneself is or " loyal " to man . In addition, have no other its ways. She has transferred to a beautiful circle, I do not go to live with the model, do not hope either whose model oneself becomes, I live only for myself.
In this city, I have no friend, I and a very modern girl a little over 20 cohabit, she have big eyes perplexed, one head fluffy gaudy red short hair and can hold beautiful both hands of the pen, she write uncanny light characters of fairy, sex as float lily at dirty bad smell oil slick description. We are not friends, but we know how each other deeply.
Xiao Cheng is looking at me, are you here these years? Have suffered hardships? I am looking at this big boy at the moment, much riper, weariness with some, but still there are brilliant eyes like the planetesimal.
Do you know how long, how anxious I have looked for you? Under the star light, this beautiful man's eyes are changing strange color, I lost it into it unexpectedly.
It is a few years, in the past few years, I did not get in touch with anyone, just looked for a silk comfort in downcast and alcohol at night. I know man that I love why one go far from me, or should cure last love sow traumatic pain with groan of a love. However, the heart is like exhaustion.
Tall and erect will still leave a message on the diary. I will still go to look too. The freedom of the human nature is not originally gone to impose, I accept destiny slowly.
Digging my eyes, I can still see you,
Stopping up my ears, I can still hear you;
Without foot, I can go to your side,
Without mouth, I can pray to you.
Breaking my both arms, I can still embrace you - -
Use my heart, like hand.
Pincers live in my heart, my brain can not be stopped;
You set fire and burn my brain,
You will hold up me, the blood which uses me.
If any man will give me countless passion, happiness and tear like small soldier, what men are there be with the tall and erect return and calm that generally give me soul?
Hear leaving me and waking up in some month of some year of winter
I think I wait for me to look forward to the future but can't arrange
There is a person to wait in the future outside the window of cloudy day bike at dusk
See and like abducting several and just coming curved forward right left
What kind of dialogue who I meet to have
In how far 's future it will be person he that I wait for
I hear wind from the subway and sea of faces
I am lining up to hold the number slip of the love
I fly over the sea for one time to forward flight
We have been injured in the love extremely too
The entry where I am looking at the way dream is a little narrow
It is the accident most beautiful that I meet you
My answer to a riddle will be untied one day in the future
After leaving that city with tall and erect figure, I roam about to a very modernized city in the South. There are skyscrapers there, there are noisy bars day and night, there is a red man's green daughter busy for life, there is the twining sillily and sillily of a prosperous scene too. However, that city does not believe the love.
Once in a while, I will spend the night with some men having nothing to do, sometimes nothing will happen, just two pieces of lonely soul nestle and get warm. What kind of times is these, air packed with impetuous, yearn for but each other two people of health know the other side's name. Perhaps all these one is to a kind of vindictiveness of life, but the ice is blue, retaliate against stubbornly like this, whether worthy. I begin to hate oneself.
In this city, I have no friend, I and a very modern girl a little over 20 cohabit, she have big eyes perplexed, one head fluffy gaudy red short hair and can hold beautiful both hands of the pen, she write uncanny light characters of fairy, sex as float lily at dirty bad smell oil slick description. We are not friends, but we know how each other deeply. We have few what, but each exchange is being exchanged diligently.
Come into door of her for the first time, she mediocre to sweep I lazy.
Come in.
Curl one's lip, she says, that house, rent is 700 in January, a pack of water and electricity, the sitting room is public, the hygiene is swept in turn, people without fixed duties,etc. mustn't put up for the night, don't be too noisy. Finish saying, bury oneself to enter the sofa stoically.
I nearly decide to stay without seeing the house, in an instant, I come to like this red hair evil spirit woman.
The evil spirit woman calls oneself little vagrant goblin.
The little goblin is the editor of a fashion magazine, always have some advance guards' view and theory, until person of eyes see, see, familiar with, you will think she disguise indifferent appearance the sensitive fragile heart with strength, so write the characters so as to catch the spirit deep-rootedly.
She has many boyfriends, but there is no lover.
She often wears seldom very thin clothes and dances lightly in the room self-assuredly, so American as to let people suffocate.
I say, die girl, wear more after she finishes jumping always?
But she says speaking plausibly, the health of exposing a person is art, it is vulgar that conceal it. Vulgar, too vulgar to be endured. I throw the sofa mat on her indistinct body.
The little goblin believes the love, but does not believe the eternal love.
It is the getting more exhausted always in but single love whether to last love the I one inspiration,at I inspiration in when, it is time to pursue new love to relieve oneself. People's life can not only love a person, why confine one's own soul? The marriage system is really mankind strangling harshly to natural instinct.
But there is responsibility in the marriage.
People can only pay responsibility to oneself, why expect others to be responsible for you?
But the marriage needs to be loyal.
Then not need the marriage. The woman need only keep loyal to oneself, and women, to the male " non- loyal " Just in order to return to oneself, do not cheat and lascivious. There are women who a lot of very beautiful men courted, that, who is coming, even if that woman whom even Nietzsche can not forget all the time, let it be, no matter who is she, she say woman of love seem " whether one wait for lightning split tree turn on it " anyway ,It or heart splits, or send out the longer new branch of the new bud; That is to say she either sacrifice oneself is or " loyal " to man . In addition, have no other its ways. She has transferred to a beautiful circle, I do not go to live with the model, do not hope either whose model oneself becomes, I live only for myself.
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