Text: Guo Nian
I always felt that the dream of waking up and forgetting was too far away.
This road is so long, I really want to roll your sleeves. You smiled back and put my hand in my pocket.
I miss many things, such as the blue sky and the white floating clouds, the sound of cold raindrops falling on the umbrella, the touch of soft earth, the slow falling of snowflakes...
Even if each other's time and space are not the same, even if I can't touch your outstretched hand, I will not forget the gaze that I have felt with you, looking at each other.
Just because the distance of thought is endlessly far away.
Memories of the Brick Hut
Time will prove that everything is love.
One
I saw sunlight and dappled shadows.
The sunset melts gold, and the pastel of the sunset spreads out like the light and shadow of glass.
I lowered myself unnaturally, peeping carefully and reverently. The chest rose and fell violently, and the breathing that was suppressed as hard as possible condensed into a thin mist on the glass.
As soon as you smile, I feel a stream of heat that fills my body in an instant. My heartbeat froze into ice in unspeakable wording.
What flows into a secret in my eyes is my silent attachment.
I opened my lips, but I was overshadowed by the roaring train. Streamers crawled over the windows, hair flew over the tracks, and thoughts stayed on the platform.
The wish was fleeting, and the years slipped away quietly, but I could only remember it with silence.
Two
The lonely accumulation of rain and snow lingered in my heart. Your whispers became a firm promise in your eyes.
Time is like the deep sea, and memory is like a wasteland.
I was in the midst of a torrent, submerged to the bottom of the water. The gravitational pull of reality wrapped around me, pulling me down and trapping me in place.
Just because of your smile, I suddenly woke up and wanted to open my mouth to breathe, but I was filled with seawater into my nose and could not struggle. In this helpless sinking, your hand finally took hold of me.
A lot of things, although I didn't give up, I had to throw them away. Just honey, I don't want to forget yet.
Your smile is so bright that it is better than all the sunshine that will come, and every day will illuminate my life.
Three
I'm really old, and I don't want to forget things that I can't forget.
But believe me, I don't have to miss it anymore, because everyone who has walked through my life will always belong to me.
Even if time is destroyed, even if the castle will eventually collapse, even if the deep sea cannot escape, even if the wasteland is out of reach.
Every strand of your white hair, every wrinkle, you smile, as if holding my hand, suddenly back to many years ago—
The early winter air is calm, and occasionally a few birdsongs quickly cross. Your footsteps are brisk, stepping on the dead branches and yellow leaves scattered on the side of the road, and the cracking sound is like a musical note.
I stood not far away, my eyes lingering in your back, melting into the warm yellow. It's like a dream, transparent and emotional.
Let me just curl up in that tenderness.
I want to freeze your smile in time. From the beginning to the future, let me face this nothingness like a friend.
Because I know it exists, and I am grateful that it has given me such a vastness—
Love and life.