Blooming in Anguish

Author: Wang Han
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Publish Date: 2004-05-01
Features: Why can't I see you when I look at the sky, and why can't I see you when I can't see the sky. The withered grass appears lonely and helpless in the dusk, and the sky also appears increasingly pale and weak. The world is small because I can hear your voice; the world is big because I can't see your figure. I like black, like the darkness without the sun; I like white, white to the point of blinding, as if it's a world apart; I like gray, because this is the color of the sky I see; but I like blue, and I am also a person of blue, a person of melancholy. I walk frantically at the edge of the city. Life is like a cigarette; when I suddenly feel it's hot, it's already turned to ash and smoke. I've asked countless friends: If I die, will you cry for me? Will you remember me ten years later? My friends almost all answer: Yes, we will definitely remember you. I smile bitterly, staring blankly for a long time.