Author/Lin Yipei
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A test about time, a shape about life, a look about lovers...
Chapter 1
In the days covered by humid and warm temperatures, the Danshui River releases a sticky smell, allowing people in the chaotic abode to enjoy the existence of loneliness beyond rational protection. It also allows the darkness in their hearts to dissolve under the cover of the night, allowing them to look at their incomplete selves.
When the stars no longer twinkle and the unkind time belt cracks the edge of a day, the mottled dawn emerges, and she reaches out her hand, squinting her eyes to avoid the faint morning light flowing through her fingers. The light is gentle like cicada silk, weaving between the floating dust. Yet she tries to cover up the traces of her real existence and the reality that shatters her dreams in the warmth of the day, unwilling to have the withered branches of her wild and arrogant night cut away.
The seasons pass, with winter warm and summer clear.
In the premature season of flowers, those promised words withered the proud and arrogant flowers silently, taking away her beliefs that she wanted to hold tightly. The mundane everyday life turned transparent, freezing into pale words in the winter. She thought, if the mysterious black hole in the winter night could stop time from decaying mercilessly, then she would be willing to give up the arrival of dawn and escape with the people and things that had once been loved.
With the intuition of the yearning, she no longer wondered about the reality of the world, allowing the brush to create along the codes of her thoughts, mourning the memories in her deep consciousness, perhaps prolonging the purest heart and the most sterile intimate distance.
Chapter 2
In the existential dimension of time, there is a mirror in the dimension of companionship, reflecting and illuminating their inner selves, and seeing themselves through each other. I used to think that everything that appeared in the mirror was so real, that living together in this breathing city was companionship, that moonlight was a passing cure for wounds, and that tears could extinguish the present grief.
I have seen driftwood washed up by the ocean, the tide without constancy, and distant mountains that flicker in and out of sight. I have learned to hide my disappointment behind a skillful smile. It wasn't until she was able to interpret what love truly meant, that she realized the opposite of reality wasn't just the result of reflection.
Unexpectedly, withering flowers, torn pages of a field guide, and tangled branches... Behind seemingly meaningless coincidences, there are several fascinating and invisible structures at work, as if entering an endless tunnel, unable to discern how space turns or how time conventionally pauses for a few seconds through sensation and consciousness.
He brings an unfocused unease, stealing her life fragments blurredly.
Helplessly, they enter an unsolvable maze with countless patterns, a thing called "destiny."
Chapter 3
Eyes wandering, flowers bloom.
Time still carries a sense of melancholy, constantly deconstructing their wrong moments, accompanied by a mocking melody. They refuse to trust it, thinking that escaping this place they so badly want to stay in will allow them to cross a few lines and delete the grid that creates conflicts.
Until the scenery that appeared in their dreams reappears like a mirage, carrying a temperature that cannot bring comfort in the air, the distance between them increases year after year, and every distance is a lonely prime number.
Escape.
Until the nature of the relationship that reality can no longer prove, being together but relative to each other, challenging tolerance and limits, nothing is taken for granted anymore.
They are battered and bruised, leaving no room for reconciliation.
The violence that destiny silently allows, the puzzles that cannot be solved, the jokes that cannot be explained, the propositions like Russian dolls... Perhaps these are all necessary experiences in learning to love someone.
Chapter 4
She wondered if rain would be reluctant to leave the sky.
The cruel apologies, forgiven regrets, non-continuous memories flowing and chaotic, made her world shrink into a quiet cocoon, disappearing in the colorful smoke of the deep night. The only one who couldn't completely grasp the contour of life was herself. Chewing on the bitter melody, smoothing out the abrupt notes in life, learning to let go of the result of failure. After all, some things cannot be avoided, and some things are beyond our control. She only wished that her sincere heart would no longer become a fallen star.
"I'm leaving."
"Take care."
No need for goodbyes, let's just part ways without regrets, just as you were before.
