When I was crying, I found my eyes my eyes. I can't imagine what I actually make a dream ...
That is a mysterious age, it is a bit like the future era of "Qi Dragon Ball". I am guarding in a very high tower, a very important prisoner is off on the top of the tower. Every day, there will be a young child to look at him, this child can't see anything, but it has to climb a high tower every day to see him. So I took this child every time, each time this child will close his hand tightly at my neck ...
Later, the prisoner finally was killed. On the last day, when he went to me in the face of this child, the child was still tightly holding my neck, and the head trusted on my shoulder. I held this child, watching the prisoner, I would like to make this child to protect this child ...
I tell the child a story every day because it is a prisoner child, no one is playing with him, I will accompany him every day. When I saw this child, I suddenly showed me when I looked at me with his pair of eyes, and I would always feel movement. The result is one day ...
When I found this child, I felt that my own emptiness and can't say it. I stood in the tower every day, every day ..., I wanted to see him alone, I don't know Where you are in the air. I don't know how long it is ...
One day, when I still looked at the distance on the tower, I suddenly saw a little one thing to come here, "it is him!". I hurriedly ran down. When I came to the tower, this figure has come to the tower. I saw him again, but he had resumed the visual, and the big and bright eyes looked at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was difficult to describe my mood. The tears were blurred. That child walked to me, like my neck as before. We embracted this ...
Just when I just wanted to say something, he released me, suddenly launched a pair of wings behind him, so in my surprise, I wanted to grab him, and I went along the stair. On the side, I tried to catch him, but he looked at him until the top of the tower, slowly flew down to the far-reaching sun, I just looked at him like this, one side The rest of the sunset is helpless ...
On March 19, 2000, I dreamed that child. In my dreams, it snuggled in my arms, the velvet's hair arrived at my lips, very soft ... I heard it cry, "What happened?", I asked it. It doesn't answer me, but I will ask "Do you want my mother?" "... I want" "" ... "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" " ... At this time, its crying has been in my chest, I feel that the feeling of tears from the eyes, slowly from the cheeks, slowly slipping down ... I found that I can't control myself, cry The sound is getting bigger and bigger, more and more tears ... finally, I returned to reality because I saw the white roof. Touch your own face with your hand ... Close your eyes, recall the dreams of just now, the coolness of the morning makes me tight, look at the mobile phone, 6 am. The sea is already bright, the new day begins again ... At 7:30, when I left the room, I told myself that this year, I have to go to see my mother, give her a story I wrote to her ... ... March 11, 2001
