GOOD NIGHT, MY DARLING. I HOPE THERE IS NO ENDLESS RAIN IN MY DREAM
I can’t forget the smile hidden in the umbrage, which seems to have released everything. I don’t think I am nervous at all, for my cheek is flickering in the sunlight. The wind desiccates the sweat in my palm then I find nothing is left to grasp. At this time, the moon has risen to the gap between the buildings and the rays. The light in dusk is all blue. There is a bit of grease on my nose and glabellas. I wonder whether I fell asleep under the trees just then, for it is dusk now. Why am I unable to remember the things all around? How many times I have slept under the umbrage? All the things around me are changed. I always said I am not nervous, but my flickering cheek is unable to be seen under the ray at the moment. I feel pain when I bite my lower lip. At the same time the sour and salty fluid is oozing from the gap of my teeth, I finally understand I may lose something.