The past event is not so good as cigarettes
I hope very much oneself is a person writing, can be written my over these more than 30 years' life with so that world has been visibly moved, but a sorry one, it is fine for me to write. There are only some scattered passages, some dimly fuzzy memory in my brain, some insignificant details, I want to piece together them into the characters, if only will not lose their already existing meaning.
Recall over the book which I like to read, like the song of hearing, the thing done in caricature, fondness that I like The past event, like the cigarette, fade, fuzzy, like those old and yellowing pages, I have been turning over and turning over all the time all the time, do not want remote memory to be solidified. Those books, those songs, those poems. Those years, those people, those things, leave one's own commemoration, clearer and clearer, felt suddenly: The past event is not so good as cigarettes.
Remember more and more, sentimental in my surprised discovery and memory is so identical, can't help being low-spirited. Through the whole journey, the scenery of this true and false makes people in panic this decades. Beautiful to the limit, that really made my pit of the stomach warm was the memory for a long time covered with dust unexpectedly.
I am a very emotional woman, perhaps this is exactly fragility of an emotion, always hold remembering again and again when being deep of quiet people at the night in the past. Even if is very tired, very tired, unwilling to go to forget it! Because in those memory, it is shady that there is my once beautiful light, there is friend who I felt grateful forever. Think about the years that oneself passes by, long for the excellence that oneself had once had at one's side! Why have so many a baffled one sentimental to make me to be wan and sallow always, let I weariness? My eyes are full of vicissitudes, my heart has filled with and cherished the memory of, in my characters, it is the theme that I annotate not to the limit forever to be sentimental meshowfashion
Full of, gather scattered from shut life, I choose cyberspace, note some sidelight and own state of mind of mood with such a way.
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