On the day of Grandpa's burial, the weather was very warm. The sun shines through the clouds. There are colorful shadows printed on the ground. I mixed in the long mourning line, followed the continuous crying, and sent grandpa's coffin to the cemetery.
My cousin cried so sadly. He is the person who accompanied grandpa through the final life course. He is my youngest cousin. Almost passed out from crying.
Grandpa died in the ground. It always feels like a dream. He was just tired and playing games with us. Seeing that we are in a hurry, we will sneak out. He lay there, so peaceful.
When the snow fell, I began to remember. Those snowflakes made me unforgettable. Maybe I will really be tempted.
[Forbidden Love] I haven't finished writing yet. The story is suspended there. I want to write long, it takes time to conceive. Winter is cold, and the cold is endless.
I see my own face from that glass. Decadent wanting to be beautiful. A figure appeared in my mind. A girl was sticking to the wall, smoking a cigarette leisurely. She wears her hair in a high bun and a loose shawl sweater. The contours of the face are beautiful.
I walk away from there. I don't know the reason for the panic. I ate half of the apple in my hand. His hands were shivering with cold. The cold water slid down the fingers. Fall in the sleeves, fall in the heart.
The sun stopped outside the window. The curtains trembled irregularly.
I will meet a lot of people. I have a lot of dreams. Those disconnected dreams. The snowflakes falling in the sky that day are in my heart bit by bit.
do you know? Southern cities began to snow. At the tail end of 2020. At the end of my 30s.
I need to wear more clothes to fight the cold. But the cold has penetrated into the bone marrow. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com