《月色沉没》甜松饼

12、第十二章

　　I had a dream in the early hours of the morning. Now that I think about it, the dreams that can be remembered are probably ripples in my brain in the early hours of the morning.
　　Before saying this, I read two pages of Jane's " You Smile Like Fine Weather" in the morning. Her words are capable and concise, just like my initial writing feeling.
　　Looking back at myself now, I feel ashamed to be stuck.
　　" If you ask me how much I miss, it is not heavy, like the fallen leaves of an autumn mountain."
　　Writing in the future can't be as sticky as before. The past days have passed. When I think of cynical, who trained himself, I am angry and want to hit people.
　　At this time, I happen to be playing " The hardest thing to write is the ending". Now I feel that people really listen to a song with deep feelings, which makes the quilt wet and cold.
　　I just wasted some time not remembering what I did.
　　In my dream, I dreamed of an old friend with tears on his face. He planned to take the blame for a boy who had been with him for 40 days. I also saw the boy, language cunning, affectionate, complex, exculpatory, confused. My friend is desperate.
　　I remember that yesterday my mother opened a lot of baked cakes, let me eat the lower one, I said " is it falling to the ground, I eat".
　　That cake is different from other cakes, with chopped ham.
　　I really don't like the sun at nine or ten in the morning.
　　Later, I was trying to persuade my friend. I pulled him over and let him face the sinister man. I said you should think about it yourself. You can't bully yourself for him and let yourself suffer an innocent prison sentence. The boy is still in smooth-tongue. I really want to punch him to death, but I hesitate because this is the person my friend loves.
　　Such love is not true, but he loves him.
　　Such love twisted, but he loved him.
　　There was no solution in the follow-up, because my dream changed to another script, and then I was finishing my homework, and my high school class teacher urged me to hand in the homework of putting fish into the fish tank and taking photos and uploading them.
　　All I remember is my friend extreme sorrow's face.
　　In the dream, that person is my elementary school very did not say the classmate, woke up but not on the number. I don't know if it is a dream scene, and only rationalization, I can be involved, but also for irrelevant people moved.
　　Just now, I met a girl named Chi in Light Encounter. Pool fish has left my life.
　　Later, I went to punch in and listened to a song " TOWARDS THE LIGHT" towards the light. Pure music makes it easy for my brain to imagine pictures. At that time, time was slow, so I made a quiet prayer action, and bamboo prayed with me later.
　　Since I just met Chi, I can only hug bamboo over and over again. It's not a sigh, but it's hard to meet.
　　He also turned over the words he had written before, " I am not a very lively person, so I can't blend into other people's lives, so those who come to watch are people who watch other people's lives like me."
　　I feel that what I said once came true one by one.
　　As the blogger said, become an ornamental fish, enjoy being watched, and live a short life.
　　I don't like to exchange with others to become friends, emotions, money, material, spiritual, do not understand why this is, but I am such a strange person.
　　Recently, I feel that I don't want to establish contact with reality more and more. I don't want to pay attention to the footsteps of a bird or the swaying of a leaf. I escape into the false cyberspace and don't believe that everything has life. It seems that I dare not look directly at myself.
　　I try to think whether I am trapped in the curse of " knowledge", " all this is nothing to me, I want to curse", cobwebs of information flow space.
　　When a ship begins to drift, it will be noticed very early.
　　I hope the friend in my dream will not cry again, I love you.