At the same table

At the same table

When the light cuts our past, the times are divided into pieces of different sizes, filled with different colors by different people.

During these three years, you have not changed a little. The vagueness of the memory is constant, the fat that slowly creeps on your chest and abdomen, the feeling of rolling when you are close to me for the first time. Therefore, I am not ruthless, satirizing your body and provoking your self-esteem. Perhaps the people in the country are in a cycle of relying on and being relied upon. When the wall that is thought to be indestructible collapses, the sensitive, weak, exposed, we look like a child. Then we recovered, neatly pushing the shoulders of the relying.

You and me are like this. I will always play in the stage of the school with a graceful and gentle attitude. You always nod your head in the crowds, so you are used to being held in your palm. Thought, you will always listen to me. Remember, the eighth grade is about the end of the day, which bowl of rice cake you fried, is it warming the corner of my heart?

I used to be at the same table, and I seem to like the language more and more. I looked at you satirically during class, and suddenly I was shocked by your eyes. Bright, full of eyes that are eager to know, do I have it? Once again, you said that if Wei was as pure as before, it would be fine. I am very puzzled. This person actually said that he likes me. "I am not going to bully you?"

If others like your disguise, it is better to pretend to be a perfect person in their hearts and to shine as a beam of light when they are gray. I quietly pulled your hand, and you said back, "At the same table, remember the temperature of my palm." Then, smile at each other. Will I cry when I receive the classmates you handed in in the future?

The third day: the era of light dancing