The wind is still a little cold, through every gap in the clothes into the skin, can not help shivering, with arms around themselves, trying to make themselves a little warmer. Then, through the dim light of the street lamp, it seemed that the falling rain could be seen. It was really raining, and I thought it was tears.
I work overtime every day, and the closing time at 6: 00 is automatically changed to 8: 00. It's not very late, and it always looks bleak when I walk home, so I often give up walking and wave to the road when I get out of the office for five minutes. You can take me to another slightly warmer location.
Someday, sometime, it will be like today. When wandering at the crossroads, everywhere is strange. Can not take a step is not because of fear of taking the wrong step, but there is really no way to go ahead. We are all busy with our work. You, me and D. You often go out on business, return to your place at 02:30 in the morning, drink, smoke, happy and sad, you tell me something about your situation, you give me a space to think about your scene and expression. In the phone call for nearly an hour a day, there is nothing left to say. All we have to say is the emotional status quo that we can't change, so when I cry along the way, you can only choose not to say a word. I guess your sadness, guess what kind of picture your head is passing over when you love me, I guess, you will suddenly come to me one day, warm my heart like spring breeze and rain. Or, it is about to cool the body and mind.
Isn't that right? no matter far or near, we are placed outside the city after all. In the face of sadness, there is nothing I can do, or even nothing to say about it. Listen to me cry, quietly, and then you cry, in my heart. What should we do? I know that I should not ask this question and do not want to ask it, and then rot in my heart, be chewed by myself, digest and then corrode myself. Poisoning, you once said that you fell in love with me and addicted you like a poison. I can't quit. You can quit. You quit a long time ago. I am glad that I am a bottle of poison, infringing on you for life, there is no cure.
You said today that you have exhausted all your strength.
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We all worked hard, but nothing has changed. So, so what should we do?
D only works all day, and I keep trying to persuade her not to lose herself. Leave some space for yourself, even if the rest is full of sadness. I know. I know why she's doing this. Yeah, it's not what we want. We have to. It's the best explanation for us. Now, I have joined the ranks, there is no weekend, no concept of time, tired to go home, sleepy to sleep, wake up should get up. I live a life full of work, just to have more topics when I talk to you on the phone. That's all.
Rainy season, sunny and cold sudden change, force yourself to adapt to the temperature difference, adapt to the status quo that I can't see you for more and more time.
However, this spring, such a season. The pain grows like a weed.
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