優美的的詞句好像暮光之城，徜徉美麗的畫中
The tattered sunshine passes through the thick cloudiness, but is razed by the sky train whizzing by. The indolence of the people transforms into self-driving, small floating cars, traveling on busy roads. I step with a leisurely pace, becoming the only pedestrian in the world. Like a soul living in the past, I merely wander aimlessly.
September, between summer and autumn, the white air does not know if it should be hot or cold. The artificially planted trees seem verdant but also falling maple. “Muddle,” the synonym of this time, like my love that has no place to put, that unfinished love letter.
The luxury apartments on the roadside have round bedrooms floating. I see a woman opening the curtains, firing traditional candles, moving the old easel, and swaying the art that is about to be lost.
I was like this too. Before the world was separated by ice-cold screens, I was like this too. That year, in the class that I taught for the first time, I carved those musical notes on the blackboard unfamiliarly.
Maybe I am really way too greedy. In this faraway future, everything still affects my ancient pain, blurring the reality in front of me. The glass villas are located in the polluted sky. The wind shuttles through the alleys full of sand dust. He in my memory sat in the distance not far or near. That was the other side that I could not touch.
This city seems to be covered by crystals, where natural flowers and grass have already ceased to exist, but memories still seem like vague watercolors, lingering, as if the past I cannot give up, doomed to end before it even started. The chains of the world make me unable to move. Hope disappeared into ashes since the moment the truth befell.
September, between summer and autumn, I fell in love with my student one-sidedly.
That year, that was an age difference, not big or small, but seemed like a chasm separated by two seasons, just because I was the professor on stage, and he was a student in the audience.
I had never wanted to confess to someone about my feelings this urgently, even if what I would receive was a rebuff, but I could not even let a word out of my mouth, even excessive smiles were not allowed by society.
The unrequited love that I am unable to express tramples my flesh pretending to be normal, even in this future where life goes on without me.
I really like you. Do you know that?
My unconscious tears take me back to the reality. In front of me are still roads seized by floating cars, the dim sky, and buildings raised by science and technology. Everything seems already set foot on ongoing paths, leaving me to live in pointless pain alone.
Maybe regret is also a treasure.
I move forward once again. The only things that accompany me, are that fake bright light, and biochemical, fallen leaves dancing a minuet.
I am merely a nameless traveler, with a pencil, a flute, and a case of sorrow.
[ The End ]
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