Balderdash.

 Some clouds in the sky in the afternoon, with a tired and deep sleep, I crouched in the corner of an office, so to sleep.
Feeling bright big incandescent head, walked around, there have been , silhouette rock, to noisy, although I have my eyes shut, but feel immersed in the image of a orange inside, the subconscious seems a long time ago back in the evening, that was my business trip that evening.
back from Wuhan, Nanjing Railway Station crowds, I like the water in a spray, with the waves gradually diverted to the underground passage, the very, very long channel, the more go down the more quiet, I carried luggage , the same pace as today, tired, see the front light, bright light, a figure, not clear, is he? I remember did not inform him to pick me up, I was secretly pleased there is not even the slightest, at least with what equipment have no idea.
is his.
I said, how do you come.
he said, and I'll pick you up. but he did not take the initiative to take over my hand luggage.
I stand the end of the tunnel, and his eyes met his face, his lips, his eyes, kissed the places where I have become so familiar, he avoided the eyes of my face, leaned over, the first steps taken . He was on him, but I changed it.
to the parking place, he suddenly turned to misty to say, sorry, can not send you back, I have other things.
and my heart hurt a little, and some want to get angry, so I directed to him, in the end you are doing, I will let you to pick it? you do not come, I can go back to a taxi, you are now looking for the excuse to do now, I tell you, we broke up, have split up, you wake up.
I ran to another exit, thinking that will be able to run faster to get rid of memories, memories are desperately chasing behind, while saying sorry as he rushed to pull me, no eyes water on my face, the mood is very complex, I stretched my hand and poke him, he grasped tightly, I could not help but hate them, simply throw the bags on the ground, with he is more motivation to start, my arm has been strangled out of the deep red marks.
happened later is my nightmare.
a loose his hand suddenly, I was back on a inertia, a sudden motorcycle hit the front over, I subconsciously block the glare of the lights by hand, the next second, I fell out, it hurts, my legs, I burst out the tears of pain, sharp brakes in the channel surprisingly harsh, I lay on the ground, looked at him in surprise, the head of a blood flow into my eyes, he stood there motionless, expressionless. dizzy, and I desperate to lose consciousness.
He later married again, I had believed in Buddhism.
he got married, my legs have not recovered our common friends to go to his wedding, I heard he was very happy to drink a lot of wine, I read a hundred times for the bride and the Heart Sutra, hoping to bless her.
three years have passed, I gradually returned to normal walking, I am still single, I feel more and more old, green lamp lights of the Buddha day and gradually let me impatient, I often sleep, I would be awakened by nightmares, my most painful moment of pain, fixed in the look on his face expressionless.
the beginning, I believed in Buddhism, vegetarian, I atonement for him, I think the original sin in me, can after three years, I even grow a white hair, I did not resume until the people around me looking at me with strange, once in my two-fame leg, leaving even greater than the wound. because of my leg, I lost promotion opportunities, the best season of love lost, lost life can run, jump, and I hate him, he destroyed me, sake his own happiness.
Years later, I still single, I started smoking again, my Buddhist prayer beads and wrapped in a bag thrown into the attic, never looked for them, I do not believe them, I just believe in yourself, I know I'd go to hell after death must be I am not afraid, I was closer to death so near.
I cried at the top of the bright incandescent light, go around the people keep coming go figure rock, to noisy. I'm still curled in the corner, out of the window is still cloudy days.