They turned around behind the prosperity, and finally saw the warmth in the loneliness. They can only pass by in this life, waiting for the next five hundred years of reincarnation.
He smokes a Camel, his posture calm and vague. He has slightly frowning brows and a neat black body. Often hidden in the dark corner of the subway station, not looking at people or scenery. The smoke enveloped his angular face, like a lifetime of grievances and grievances.
She buys a paper cup of pure milk every day and drinks it in one breath, like a little beast without water. Silver earrings flickered between the burgundy hair, like her young and restless soul. A teddy bear was hung behind her schoolbag and followed her through countless cities. Drift, continue to drift.
He was used to such a life, going round and round, waiting for the subway and the surprises in his life. Occasionally go for an overnight dance and drink a little wine. Then go home in the early morning, take a shower, look at the sunless sky, and be silent. He does not like to talk, and likes to glance with sad eyes in exchange for the stability of a lifetime; he is lonely, and he uses black to protect his fragility in this city.
So often, he felt empty and powerless.
She hated rainy weather as much as she hated tears. Waiting makes life heavy. She has experienced too many past events, and she can only go on and on in this way to find her dream home. She is a visitor to this city, and she will never fall in love with it for the rest of her life. The blood of freedom flows in her bones, a fact that no one can change.
Including love. Used to talking to any stranger, but never giving her heart, she thought it was not worth it.
His parents divorced when he was seven. His loveless mother almost drove him and himself crazy. The spring of that year was as chilling as winter, and there was a quiet despair. However, the child's soul will always persevere. He has excellent academic performance, knows how to tolerate and hide, and presses all his sorrows into a certain unknown place in his heart.
Her parents divorced when she was seven, and her mother attempted suicide. Since then, she has understood that love cannot be trusted, it is just a fairy tale. The aunt brought her up, and the feeling of being under the fence made her have a dream of flying, with blue sky and clear water, dancing like a bird.
Others have no big ambitions. She believes that only in the simplicity of stop-and-go life can the soul be truly redeemed.
A city, people who meet.
He has obscure corners of his mouth, she has straight eyes, he needs agitation in life, and she needs a shoulder to lean on. However, they stumbled in the subway station every day, knowing each other's existence, and squinting their eyes to recall each other's details on a sunny morning. In addition, no one thought of further action, that would destroy a beauty.
missing is worse than meeting. is very classic.
In fact, he was greedy for her wind-like face, but he couldn't accompany her to explore the true meaning of life. The scenery along the way was so beautiful, he couldn't let go of the stability of the city. The turmoil of childhood scares him.
She likes to peek at his lonely back, there are too many stories and unopened treasures. However, her feet could not stop, she would not endure being an ordinary housewife, and her life would no longer be glorious. Her childhood told her to fly. fly far away.
So, she finally set foot on the road again, running towards a city with years of sunshine.
Since then, he never saw her again.
Not much has changed in his life. But he began to drink a glass of milk after waking up, and finished it in one breath, thinking of the woman in the subway station with long red hair, she laughed alone, very warm.
She climbed a high mountain and reached out to touch the wet clouds. She learned to smoke on the train, and finally understood the loneliness of the man in the subway when he was holding a cigarette. She cried aloud on the top of the mountain alone.
However, they have chosen to see each other rather than miss. Can not change.
Turning Left, Turning Right
Behind the flourishing scene they turn round to find the warmth in loneliness at last. Nevertheless they are destined to brush past each other in this life and wait for a period of five hundred years until they meet again in the next world.
Smoking a Camel， he has a vaguely indifferent carriage. Neatly dressed in black， slightly knitting his brows， he often stands in a dim corner of the subway station， oblivious to passengers or views there. Cigarette smoke clouds over his angular face as if veiling the feeling of gratitude and resentment he had in the previous life.
Each day she buys a paper cup of pure milk， drinks it at a mouthful like a thirsty little animal. Her silver earrings， now visible and now hidden in the red brown hair， are as restless as her young soul. She has gone to a great number of cities with a Teddy Bear tied to the schoolbag she carries everywhere. She wanders and wanders.
He is accustomed to such a life. Day after day he waits fro the train and expects a nice surprise in life. Once in a while he goes dancing and dances for the whole night， drinks a little wine， returns home at dawn， takes a shower， looks at the sky before sunrise and remains silent. Not talkative， he likes to cast a quick glance to appease his sorrow and live astable life. Feeling lonely in the city， he hides his frailties in the dark.
Consequently he often feels that his life is helplessly devoid of meaning.
She dislikes rainy days as much as she hates tears. Waiting in life embitters her. She has had too much experience. She can do nothing buy keeps knocking about so as to look for the home she has dreamt of. She is a visitor in the city， a place she will never love in her life. Blood of freedom circulates in her body， which is the fact that nobody is able to change.
She is accustomed to talking with strangers， in whom she has never reposed full confidence and to whom she has never talked about love. She thinks it is not worthwhile.
His parents divorced when he was seven years old. Bereft of love， his mother almost drove him and herself mad. His family was filled with lurking despair that spring， when it was as chilly as in winter. Nevertheless， he was a firm， unyielding and excellent pupil. He learned to show forbearance in dealing with people and bury his grief in an unknown place of his heart.
Her parents divorced when she was seven. Later her mother tried to commit suicide. Even at that moment， she learned that love was nothing but an unbelievable fairy tale. She went to live with her aunt and was brought up there. The experience of her being a dependant ever since she was a little childmakes her have a dream of flying like a bird in the blue sky and over the clear water.
She has no lofty aspirations other than vagrancy. She thinks the simplicity of vagrant life is the only way that will truly save his soul.
He and she meet in the city.
An obscure expression settles on the corners of his mouth but he has a desire for vehement life. There is a frank look in her eyes but she needs a man＇s shoulder to rely against.
Every day they brush past each other in the subway to know their existence in the world. The only thing they actually do is that with eyes narrowed in a sunny morning， each calls to mind the details of the other. They never think of becoming closer friends in fear of breaking up a beauty.
They believe the proverb： It＇d be better to miss a person than to meet him.
In fact he likes to see her breeze-like face. However he can＇t travel with her to probe into the essence of life. If he did， he could see so many beautiful views on their journey. But he is scared by his childhood experience. He is not willing to give up the stable life in the city.
She likes to steel a glance at him from behind， thinking he is a man full of stories and there are many treasures uncovered in him. But she can＇t stop traveling about. She can＇t give up her colorful way of life to become an ordinary housewife. Her childhood experience urges her to fly over to the distant place.
Consequently she sets off on a journey to a city lighted by the sun all the year round.
Since then he has never seen her again.
There is not much change in his life except that he drinks a cup of milk at a mouthful after he wakes up. He smiles and feels warm when thinking of the woman with red and long hair he has met in the subway.
She climbs up a high mountain， where she is able to touch the damp clouds when she stretches her hand. She learned to smoke on the train and at last perceives the loneliness the man has when he smokes in the subway station. She bursts into tears on the top of the mountain.
But they have made the irrevocable choice of missing rather than meeting each other.
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