That day, in the midst of the crowd, I suddenly looked up. In mid-air, I saw your face. The sunny sun shines on everything around you, and you smile softly against the sun. As I saw every time I was young. You murmur something, the crowd is noisy, but I can see that it is "goodbye!" A sharp pain comes from your left foot, and you disappear in that instant, just as you came. It turned out that everything was an illusion. At this point, my left foot was being pressed against a huge tire. I seemed to hear the sound of broken bones.
The hospital ward is always filled with the smell of disinfectant water. White walls, white beds, doctors and nurses dressed in white clothes shuttle back and forth. In the TV set on the wall, there are hypocritical family ethics dramas and urban emotional blockbusters.
There were traces of tears on the pillow, and it was pain that existed in a tangible way. Thinking about the phone call from my mother, she said you are gone, ending her young life with a rope. The boy who took me to climb a tree and dig a bird's nest, the boy who carried me across the river in the water, the teenager who did not lose his mother when he was young, he could not bear the weight of life.
The last straw that weighed on you, was the girl I'd ever met?
She has bright eyes and a good smile. What a splendid couple you were when you brought her to us. That lonely back can now be a pair. Since childhood, we have been groping together, and we have blessed you deeply from now on.
Gentle wife, lovely child, mother keep telling me your news. I don't want to hear it, but I want to know, it is a complex and contradictory psychology like "closer to homesickness".
One day I learned that you had an accident. You, who are very affectionate, accidentally fell from the upper floor while helping your partner officer. Waking up from a coma for a few days, the doctor tells you that from now on your left foot can no longer be the same as before. Mother said that you no longer like to go out and do not like others to go to your house. Only when you have to show up can people see you walking out of the house on crutches.
The woman you once brought to us with a smile on her face finally abandoned you. She couldn't hide her emotions as she watched other men jump and throw basketballs into the rim. Back home, what happened between you we don't know. However, you ended your young life with a rope. You want to perfect yourself, and you want to perfect her. Pride like you, how can you bear that guilt and disappointment.
On the day you walked, my left foot became melancholy, and it would tell me from time to time with pain: This world, you have been here.
The year before, I went back to my hometown and saw her. Beside her, there were other men, who were striding forward with their children in their arms. This should be what you are willing to see, far away you, bless them!