It's early gray and blue, and it's not too late to say goodbye.

Push open the door and press the light. It's too bright. See things in a blur

You quickly reach out and press another small switch.

This is a wall lamp. Blue lagoon blue.

Such as waiting. I also like hope.

I like your eyes.

The first time I saw your eyes, I fell into that blue color and couldn't extricate myself.

I can't swim, so I didn't struggle in vain.

I just want to be overwhelmed by you.

Yes.

It's like jumping into a dream that I haven't seen for countless times.

There is a blue ocean in my dream. Vast and quiet, but also mysterious and melancholy.

I know, it's a wrong start.

It's like knowing that I will leave after meeting you.

Blue is the fate of you and me, and also the robbery of you and me.

People can't just live in dreams all their lives. So, the ocean will dry up and the blue will disappear.

I must leave at dawn.

I have bought a train ticket. The return ticket on the ticket stub cannot be changed.

Just like saying goodbye to you can't be changed.

The click of wheels is already on the road, from far to near.

Like the beating of the heart.

It's just that the wheels sound regularly. Heartbeat, but chaotic, chaotic.

02

You opened the wide curtains and started the one-act play.

The curtain is peacock orchid. The lake rippled and the story unfolded.

I forgot what floor the room was on. Maybe 13 floor, maybe 14 floor.

13 or 14, what's the difference?

Life is not a promise. Oath is easy to depreciate, and it can't stand the secular wind and sun, wind and rain, gossip.

This room is too small to accommodate only two people. The room is too big to hold two hearts.

You look at the scenery outside the window. I'm watching you in my room. You have become another landscape in my eyes.

Your back is embedded in the pane, hazy and sad under the blue light of the lake. Freeze it into Miffy's charming song scene.

Your eyes are blue. The scenery in your eyes should also be blue.

Blue star, blue moon. Blue night, blue future.

I curled up in a rocking chair and rocked. It seems that only shaking can reassure me.

I took out a cigarette and lit it. Take a deep breath, a circle of light blue smoke appears at the corner of my mouth, which permeates the air, drifts upward and gradually disappears, like a soul drifting away after death.

I can hear the wind blowing rapidly outside the window, the whine of lonely birds leaving their nests, and the sound of time passing quietly.

I know, there is a river outside the hotel window, there is a bridge on the river and there is a stone under the bridge.

Just now, we sat on the bluestone under the bridge by the river.

At this moment, I suddenly heard your faint whisper.

You say, bridge.

I said, Naihe Bridge.

You say, stone.

I said, three lives and ten lives.

You said, water

I said, forget the water.

03

Actually,

This bridge is called jiefang bridge.

Stones are called pebbles.

This water is called riverside water.

On that night in early May, the town was sleepy and half asleep.

Just like you and me, we want to be close but far away, and we want to refuse and welcome.

I like the bud of spring.

I don't know how long it has been in bloom and how strong the fragrance is. When I met them, I was full of expectation and joy.

The misty rain sublimated the intoxication of intersection. Don't ask where you come from, don't ask the date when you come back.

However, I am afraid of summer.

Summer is a naked and lustful season, hot and scalding.

I'm afraid I can't hold on.

I will find many excuses that I can't control.

Pandora's box is an evil box.

Some indulgence will get out of control and the outcome will be tragic.

As soon as the fishing net is scattered, there may be fish, but it may also be sludge, rotten wood, garbage and bones.

I'm scared, so I have to leave.

It's the end of spring, but the solstice summer hasn't come yet.

I still have time to wave with you without taking away a cloud.

04

The sky ranges from sapphire blue to lake blue, and then to purple blue. It's getting dark

We sat on the pebbles under the bridge by the river and didn't speak.

Let the wind blow through my ears.

There is the murmur of moist aquatic plants in the air.

I'm smoking. I just want you to know that men don't smoke because they are lonely.

There are words and thousands of sentences in the light blue smoke. You don't need to elaborate, you know.

You are listening to music. Faye Wong's songs. Single loop:

Borrow a night of love or affection.

In the end, nothing makes sense.

Hesitate between seemingly separate.

Can't see through this ambiguous look.

It looks thick, but it's still light.

A microphone is in your right ear and a microphone is in my left ear.

Right channel and left channel.

One dominant music, one voice.

The songs in the main soundtrack are very attractive and ethereal.

I saw a large area of moss spreading in the river. The reflection of the bridge sparkled in the light.

I still vomit a smoke ring, light blue, curling up, and then drifting away.

The moon in blue smoke is big and round, with a blue halo around it, which is blurred.

It is empty. No old people live in it. The moon palace was empty and pale.

Bright fireworks suddenly lit up at the entrance of Gundam Hotel on the other side.

Take off, bloom, and disappear.

You suddenly turned around, picked up your mobile phone and photographed the moment when the fireworks were in full bloom.

You said that this is the fireworks for tomorrow's wedding, which will be opened in advance.

I am silent, just like the silence after the fireworks disappear.

The wind blows, and you are shivering.

I put my coat on you.

I dropped my left headset, but I can still hear the clear song inside:

I am wearing your clothes today,

I didn't keep you, but I am still warm. ...

05

Zhang Ailing said:

Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two.

Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright line at the foot of my bed";

Married a white rose, the white is the glutinous rice on the clothes, and the red is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart.

Li Bihua said:

Every man wants to have two women in his life, the white snake and the green snake. At the same time, alternating with each other, embellishing his barren fate.

-just, when he got the white snake, she gradually turned into pale ashes by the doors; The green snake is a crisp and spicy young leaf on the top of the tree.

Got the green snake, but she is the green grass in the cabinet of the ancient philosophers; The white snake looked up and saw the tender new snowflakes floating in the sky.

And you, not red, not white, not green, you are blue.

Sky blue, tile blue, lake blue, sapphire blue, Kong Quelan, purple blue. ...

Beautiful, calm, rational, serene, broad, secret, mysterious and melancholy. ...

Pale blue depicts flowers in spring and fruits in autumn.

A pair of eyes covers the whole world.

A smile blooms with all kinds of amorous feelings.

A drop of tears tasted the ups and downs.

Strive for strength, be excellent because of hard work, be arrogant because of Excellence, hide because of arrogance, be lonely because of hiding, and get hurt because of loneliness.

There is love because of kindness, affection because of love, love because of affection, infatuation because of love, unforgettable because of infatuation, unwilling because of unforgettable.

If a person leaves only a smile in happiness and sadness, then his heart is completely smiling.

06

The room is warm.

But you're still shaking, as if you were still cold.

You hold your shoulders and look at the scenery outside the window.

You can feel my eyes and see you as another landscape.

I can hear the oath being blown away by the wind outside the window.

You can hear the songs of homing birds hovering in the nest.

I can hear time flowing quietly between you and me, reaching out to keep it, but slipping away from it.

I smoke in the rocking chair.

My eyes turned into a light blue ocean. Like your eyes,

The sea is surging, beating against rocks and unreliable coasts.

I can't stop shaking. It seems that only shaking can reassure me.

Tonight is a boat. I must shake, struggle and paddle hard.

The coast is far away from me, but I must paddle to it.

Maybe only the coast can stop me from trembling.

The sea under the ship is blue and the night sky in the sky is blue.

Soak in the blue, tonight, as if something is going to happen.

However, what should happen? I don't know.

Just like I don't know if you have ever sung the single loop of Faye Wong's song.

Your mobile phone should be dead by now. But you still stubbornly wear headphones, listening to songs over and over again, listening to the ticking of time.

The ninth cigarette is almost finished.

If ten represents perfection, I will never smoke again.

Because I also heard the ticking of time.

The world is not perfect, but the defects are the most beautiful.

I told you, I am afraid of summer.

I'm afraid that summer will come unexpectedly without reservation.

I will be completely submerged in the blue ocean.

I heard the rush of time. I heard the click of wheels.

I have bought a ticket and will leave early tomorrow morning.

I have to leave. The return trip cannot be changed.

I struggled to get up and came to the window to give you one last hug.

Then, say goodbye.

However, follow your eyes and look out of the window, only to find that:

It's early gray and blue,

Want to say goodbye,

Not too late. ...