Sitting on the roof watching fireworks

Fireworks in the night sky in gorgeous bloom, I flatten the body, lying in the attic, without uttering a word to the track to see fireworks across the night sky through the sunroof, the trajectory of the life. Waiting for thousands of years, only to the moment of combustion, just to gorgeous moment. Got up, barefoot, to open the skylight, walk up on the roof, the March wind with lukewarm ambiguous feeling fills my every nerve. I walk barefoot on the roof, white lace skirt wind body wrapped tighter, slightly curled hair like seaweed tightly wrapped body, soon lost sight. I smiled and sat down on the roof, watching the horizon bloom of fireworks filled with the intoxicating smell of gunpowder, and paralysis of my every nerve. I opened my hand to the efforts to embrace the illusory, but only saw the day side of the bloom, gorgeous, disappeared, displaced. Bowed his head, mouth smile became a sneer. I crawl a hundred years, smiled burned a hundred years, just waiting for you ashes reunion.

 

 

Carefully down from the roof, in a trance night, I saw in the mirror with a gloomy face. Wearing a white lace nightgown, dry hair driving a yellow fork slovenly face, chapped white lips, maybe this is me, or just my flesh. I barefoot walking blindly in the attic, in the faint starlight, I saw the poor quality of the wood floor smell out of Lotus, it is warm one and a bright red color with breath-paralysis The quietly flowing slowly, then slowly penetrate the wood floor. I bowed my head and quietly check their bodies and want to know what this red liquid with a Romantic come from. Flip through the starlight I own feet, soles of the feet, and each one has just scratched the scars are out Shenzhe fresh blood, fishy sweet as Petals are crushed and oozing of sap. May be said in the roof tiles scratched. Through wounds, I seem to see the color of the artery in pain when saw their blood flowing will feel safe. It is not to wait until all the soul of the body as the blood stream dry, I will forever farewell. Conceal the wound tightly with a record can post wanton blooming red lotus never appeared.

 

 

Bow rubbing the wound, and then got up to the bathroom. The hot water nozzle wantonly spilled open, scratch under hot water, hot air rising and moving so I gradually waking sleeping heart for many years, I stroked his head down to the wound, and try not to let the wound hit the water. Out of the bathroom wearing a short-sleeved brocade cheongsam, exquisite hand embroidery, I carefully playing with. I went to the front of the mirror with a comb rationalize the waist-long hair slightly damp hair resting on the body, Wang Jin the desolation in my eyes. Come up with a jewelry box, there is a lot of silver. I took out seven earrings, wear carefully. Then pick a silver bracelet, wear without hesitation. Gently apply eye shadow depiction focus line lip line. The wine red vermilion gradually obscures the face of nothingness. Points violet perfume spray to the arm, then put his hand near the nose, sniffed it, and I'm just indifferent smile. Finally, I wrapped the fringed pure wool shawl scarf, put on a pair of inlaid rhinestones stiletto sandals barefoot, and went out. Like eleven leaves the house, and then walk in the streets of Shanghai. Find a quiet bar, like a fishy alcohol spicy sweet and pungent, intoxicate themselves, then so drowsy to leave until midnight bar closing.