endless roses

Chapter 135 The Drunk Garden Fairy

It was raining, and I stood on the balcony for a while to judge whether it was too big to go out.Many of the clothes hanging were still wet, even though it was raining heavily, they still had to be hung.

There was thunder from time to time, and the sky darkened. It was thrown from somewhere like a gentle pebble, leaving a few drops of water on the body.It's better to take it back to dry, I took off the hanging clothes together with the hangers, and carried them into the room in my arms.

I sat and took a sip of vodka, a small bottle of vodka that came all the way from Ahus, Sweden, a masterpiece of winter wheat and water, tasted by women in far eastern countries in summer.Going further, the wind has calmed down a lot, and the rain has become heavier. I know that the bead curtain can't be moved, so it is silent like this.Not very strong, even a little sweet, there is a cup of tea on the right hand side, and there are many coffee bottles in the trash can.They have long lost their original efficacy. Here, they are just drinks and have no other meaning.

Stuffed in the room, listening to the rain outside, there are occasional illusions of many small animals migrating and many legged insects crawling, I went to listen to the rain, and when I opened the window, the feeling disappeared again, but it was no longer hot .

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Last night, when I was walking on the road, someone was playing a flute on a bench more than ten meters away. It was a strange and beautiful piece of music.In my sight, he was hiding behind a few bushes, and there was a white street lamp, but he was in the shadow of the lamp.

Going on, took out a mirror and looked at it, and felt that his eyebrows and eyes were a bit classic.In fact, today she is wearing a light blue plaid skirt, [-] centimeters above the knee, with white short sleeves, embroidered with plain flowers, and a few words in English.

"Flower fairy", a garden fairy in the background is lying in the light blue lilac bush, two Bambi in skirts are whispering, and there are scattered orange blossoms.It says: "Share all your hopes and dreams".Today I brought the cross again, it is really just a decoration, like wine and tea, like the Bible and comics, I clipped the broken part with tweezers, and it can be worn again, it has no special meaning.

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I don't know what to write, I have nothing to write, and I'm mostly silent when I'm alone.Some moments are very emotional, some times are cold and strong, and some moments are just not thinking, let's be air defense, I walked for a long time last night, and Midnight was still on the way to school, and I was not all alone.Several science majors have statistics exams during the day, so even if it is one or two o'clock on the campus road, I can see some people who come out of the study room for a walk. I didn't take a walk, but just walked back.

The security guard was dealing with a boy. When passing by, he smelled very strong of alcohol. I didn't think it was good. He shouldn't be drinking late at night and riding a small car back. It's not safe, and he might be hard to control himself.Even if I do something worse, but, please don't, it's not good.Maybe I can try to write something for fun, I have some ideas, but I haven't moved yet.It's getting darker again, and I'm drinking tea, trying to get drunk, which is bad.

In the morning, I complained a lot, but now I just want to laugh, and I did, so keep it as it is.This is the word of the morning:
Life is really very thankful

In the middle of the night, I walk under the street lamp

Why bother to ask, decided to move forward
In the middle of the night, there is a clear light

I'm walking on the grass, so sad, but I can't say anything

I'm going to shut myself off, the song is singing

Insects flying under the light, people walking under the light
Love is not real, life is not real, just as ethereal

He said you don't have to worry so much
she asked, what are you thinking

Don't ask, how can the heart know
don't ask, don't ask

There are countless lives, countless people, countless thoughts
that has nothing to do with me

In an upside-down world, I'm not real

Kiss isn't real, sex isn't real, love isn't real either

The night is nothing, the night has everything

they are visible, palpable

I'm the only one here, it's a mistake

Not serious in both places, so wander both ends

One o'clock in the morning, to buy wine

because there is a meeting at ten o'clock

So get drunk first, I'd rather be in a dream
Please call it in a dream, I don’t know if it’s a dream

don't wake up
The roads are safe at night, it's a peaceful night
I see the skirt under the shadow of the lamp
See it on the left and right, see it with the pace
My head hurts, I need something to save my life
No strength left, no strength to think, no strength to stop thinking

I drink at another lake, and coffee
The lake is still and there is a faint light
I didn't drink, that's a picture

If you are not drunk, you cannot be intoxicated

On the campus in the early morning, the wind is very strong, I see a star

Is it, the morning star that I saw in my childhood

In my short life, I have seen it for more than ten years
And cloud, blurred, blurred everything

Strange, I walked forward with my forehead, and walked slowly under the street lamp

Seeing her disappearing and reappearing under my feet, and then being erased by the brightness ahead
I'm drunk, drunk in the evening wind, a star calls
there is the roar of the night
The lamp of the laboratory building, it is in the southeast direction, and I am at its feet
Now it's a white light, I left it behind

Stars behind me like every night

In an unreal world, she leaned into the lake
Here I look at her, no longer clear
Sleeping in the flowers, will there be maggots?

I saw her, in the lake, as if she saw me
She floats, she sinks, she's no longer alive

I will always wither, I don’t know how long summer will last
(End of this chapter)