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The Unforgettable Memories |
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Thoughts flow like an endless tide, and yearning is an inseparable part of it.
Standing on the familiar yet unfamiliar nameless street, memories of you flood
my mind, leading to a strange sadness or rather a melancholic feeling.
Walking alone on the road that seems to have no end, I realize that we are like
two parallel lines that will never intersect. I listen to the tune that we once
enjoyed but now it sounds off-key. The same time, the same place, but you are no
longer by my side. I am left alone in this noisy world.
Putting on my earphones and boarding the 308 bus, a route that we both knew well
but now feels foreign, I search for any traces of you in this bustling city. I
seek answers to questions that have no answer and a resolution to an open-ended
story. Eventually, I find myself back at the KTV bar named "Find" that we often
visited together. I keep searching for your breath among the crowd, although I
know deep down that it is futile. So, I lean against the wall, switch off the
lights symbolizing liveliness, and pour glass after glass of strong alcohol and
unsweetened coffee, as you once said, coffee makes the heart less bitter and
alcohol numbs the pain. Yes, this is all I can do now, to search for you in my
memories.
The white Wutong flowers, your favorite, represent death and rebirth. But what
do they symbolize now? Perhaps a message you sent from a place unknown to me,
assuring me that you are living peacefully and happily.
I tell myself to forget, but it is impossible. Thoughts and yearning remain, yet
they can never become a reality. If you are well, then it is a sunny day for me.
These memories of you are unforgettable. |
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