---- Yu Mei
She can draw a graphic, black night will wrap her, chew her. Only memories are like unstoppable water rushing, with a smoky, the same, the silk is wrapped around, she only has a bunch of poultry. Her love is hard to reach. She knew that she chased it has been quietly diluted to become a virtual meaning of a marine building, but she is still chasing.
She is very tired to walk the dark night road, the stars are also like the residual shadow of the diluted moonlight, and the clamps are scarred on a few horses, put on her stiff face, on the body, Spotted point, leopard, alone on the street, lonely leopard, the leopard of the leopard, the flavor of the soft, dead animal meat. Building tall, tall leopard. Only neon lights can ask people to forget, or beast, it is a walk in the sky, and the dead is the same.
She opened the messy hair before the amount, like a white dress that was opened. She saw her eyes were red, and she was asleep under the night, sweet, it fell asleep. Black night, the mother's general eye is like looking at her, gentle, the eyes of the moon, let the loneliness, her eyes closed, do not wake up. She knows that her dreams are in the deep lane.
And he is ignoring from that piece of ghost. . .
In this city, you have accumulated a variety of people who have been drifting, and the hooded buildings cover the bustling streets, and the pedestrians who can't hide their faces in a hurry. It is a heavy load that makes it difficult to breathe, or the hardships of the industry, the people who have done their own twists and turns, or have a lot of loss, what is people no longer fantasy?
Night, hiding how much is human, how much sorrow, how much helplessness. Night is a real stage, people play a variety of characters. . .
Coffee on the island is a place in this city, and people who have different levels will come here to spend a night. Drink, smoke, get, chat, and vent. . . No more than this. The only difference is that some is a pair, some are a bunch, and more is something like her. She likes more brown and slender appearance, and the hard taste. It can be easily ignorant between awake and confusion. She likes coffee plus lemon, tasteful sweet and sweet acid, this is the best interpretation of life.
She entered his sight, she turned back, accurately got his eyes. He has a gloomy face hidden with secrets. He came over and faced her. Speechless. Almost look at each other. Full of an awkward environment, facing a gap called love, lonely man woman will do not hesitate to jump.
On the desktop in front of it, a drinking coffee cup and wine glasses, her hand is placed in her hand, applying him. She realized that she stuffed is not just one hand, but her ethereal soul.
"Let me go with me." He said.
"Well, let you go." She said.
When he came here, he and her, for different reasons. But there is the same purpose - 邂逅.
Not at the intersection of each transition, God waves guidance. Love, sometimes this is simple, love is love, everything is an incident, a moment, and the hearts of each other are firmly caught together.
Leave it, empty, a cup of lemon fragrance. . .
She walked to a man who belongs to a man. Single bed, wardrobe, writing desk, computer, bookshelf, TV, audio. Messing, not a special man room. She likes messy, for their own words.
But at this moment, she decided to remove messy for this man's room, in order to be as lonely soul as she. The man opens the sound, the music slows down, and Faye's "Eyes On My". He watched her in the music; laying the quilt, stacked clothes, clear dust. . . In a short moment, her body pauses, just then, he knows that she discovers the photo in the golden photo frame, a short hair woman, lighter on the stone column of the vine, God Xiang and quiet. She is careful not to let her sort out the habit of his place. "We were so fast for 7 years." He spit out a smoke and said.
"Well." She should continue to move in her hand.
"She is waiting for me, in another city."
"Well." She should continue to move in her hand.
"I can't let her wait too long, because I owe her a promise."
"Well." She should continue to move in her hand.
She indifferently he felt a pain, from a corner of the soul.
She finally stopped the dance in his eyes in a soothing music, still a room that is not a special man.
"Come, hug me." She asked him with his arms.
He came over and took her into her arms, tight.
"Will this hug, will it take me into your body?"
"Will." He buried his face deep into her maroon long hair, and felt himself down, in the world of a coffee, strong fragrance. . .
He kissed her, there is no more explore, enjoying her response and slow flow into the lips and teeth, she feels his thick chest, straight ridge, seems to always be ready to go. . . All this made her intuitively thought of the cheetah, she felt that she was doing love with a cheetah. . .
Moonlight is sprinkled on their body, the silver testimony! The woman's eyes are silent and scored. This transparent liquid allows the moonlight to the eye, like a man who breathes her body. She felt that she became a moth. The man silently kissed the tears of her eyes, and I felt a pain from the soft corner in the deep corner, which was deep, lasting.
She has a key belonging to a man's room. She knows that this key does not represent anything, does not represent, does not mean identity, its only meaning is only that this door can be opened. . . . . . .
He knows that his day is coming.
The night is coming to this room that belongs to a man, and the sound of soothing music is constantly moving, everything in the room is still warm because of her dance.
"Come, hug me." She is used to open my arms to him.
He came over and took her into her arms, tight, tight.
He is used to buried his face into her maroon long hair, feeling that he falls. He doesn't want to stop this fall, but it will be able to fall, and you will be broken. He felt his eyes slipped out of the transparent liquid, and people called it to tears. She lifted his hand to erase him, the cheetah should not have tears. His mind is deep in the soft corner again, sharp, strong and lasting, almost makes him shake.
"Can you tell me your commitment to her?" She asked.
"This promise I didn't say it to her, but I have said to myself, that is if one day I want to marry someone, this person can only be her."
"why?"
"Because she said that I am gamble with me, I will make a bet."
"..." she said no words. Why is it not this? Different is that she is a must-have to be able to lose. Although I realized this in the dark night, she still got down. She once again felt that she became a moth.
"Can you tell me three words?"
"..." he was silent.
"I have been thinking so long, even if it is said to be lie, you just do it." "Well! I understand, your responsibility." Bottom drip, she can make sure this man is loved, but then Three words are 包涵 重重. The rationality of men is sometimes indestructible. She felt a dizziness, after dizziness, she found that she has been far from the rational gene.
"It's time to end, just don't have happened as everything." She calmly spit into a sentence, and the corner should be slippery and tears, but nothing. At this time, she felt the jitter of his body and the clear and translucent liquid poured in his eyes, soaked her maroon hair.
"I didn't expect it to be so painful." He said.
"Go, no commitment to your commitment, I will pray for you," she pulled it. He reached out and wanted to retain, but he was caught in his hand. It was a cold key and a maroon lettermon. I watched her disappeared in the dark night.
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Coffee is like the past island. People still continue their own things, drink, smoke, chat, and get rid of. BARTENDER still adjusts a wide variety of liquids from time to time. Wipe almost erase a wide range of cups.
A man is doing a cup filled with coffee plus lemon in front of the corner of the dark. The larvained liquid seems to have been cooled. His face hides secret and gloomy. The sorghum's letter of credit is eroded by tears, and the font is very vague, and it argues:
My dear Cheetah: You have a strange face, and I saw it today. It is a bit sad between us and so briefly. Looking at the sky does not let tears, don't say a complaint.
Maybe she is more suitable for you, for your commitment to her, you went to her. It is also to make a bet, she won all, I lost all. It is not that the chips are not on whether the gambling skills are high, and it is decided to have this gambling table better than I. I can stop you, you can get you, but I don't, because I really love you. Look at her, if I will cry, I am still happy, I can't make your lover, I am still grateful, I hope you happiness, I don't want to take you, let you fly, because I really love you. . .
Men not fulfill their commitments. His larter woman waiting for the lips and teeth flowing with lemon coffee. He is here, just for the sake of recreating. Continue their stories that will not end after repeating. Regardless of the encounter in heaven or hell.
At 12:29 on the evening of March 29, 2003
