China DOS Union

Thinking of a friend. Thinking that I haven't heard anything about him for a long time already.
Some people, once you no longer see them, simply disappear from your world. And some people still remain so clear.
What should be said, has all been said before. What remains is only to let it pile up, close it off, and then fall silent.
I think that we are all people who never know what to do for it to be right, who never understand what kind of person it is that we ourselves want.
If you live for others, how can you ever obtain joy and happiness?
Some shackles are put on by oneself, and some misfortunes are destined by fate.
Then in the end, what is there that can make people feel warmth?
In our hearts, have we left a piece of land for warmth?

A lonely afternoon,
warm sunlight passing through the glass window, lazily spilling across the table.
At the instant of pouring things out,
I see each other's souls, cold and distant, watching.
And yet in that very instant, they are so close again.
I feel soft gusts of wind moving through the empty room

I fall in love with a scar, I fall in love with a lamp, I love listening to the turning second hand, and love no other rumors.
When Faye Wong sings (Only Love Strangers), it makes people want to return to simplicity.
To love every passing affinity in this restless world.
Perhaps it is a glance, perhaps it is a kind of body warmth.
If all you want is a kiss, then give each other a kiss.
We walk through life, seeing different scenery, meeting different strangers.


Some people are only met, just one exchange of glances in a hurried journey.
No need for words, ignore the details.
Some people will stay in the heart for a while, bringing warmth to each other.
That is the most beautiful kind of encounter, left for the rest of life to remember again and again.
At the moment of meeting, there is no joy.
And at parting, there is no need for hatred either.

The feeling between people really is extremely subtle.
Suddenly I think of Takeshi Kaneshiro's monologue:
"Every day you have the chance to brush past many people, and you may know nothing about them. But maybe one day, he will become your friend
or your confidant. When we were closest, the distance between her and me was only 0.01 centimeter. 57 hours later, I fell in love with this woman."
Wong Kar-wai's films have always been shot with such aesthetic beauty.
The people in his films are surrounded by the quality of his illusions. This is the feeling I like.
I like the illusion of love in stories.

Do you believe in love?
Love exists, but it cannot last forever.
When there is no lover, there is loneliness.
But giving up love lets you breathe freely.
And none of us is willing to give up ourselves because of suffocation. Right?


A Xun in "Lavender" once said,
I came into this world just to love you.
I still clearly remember the expression on her face when she said it,
firm, happy. "I came into this world just to love you,"
what warm words.

The flower of love quietly blooms in the heart, unknown to others.
In the gentle night, quietly waiting. Waiting for the one who will make your whole life radiant.
The moment it blooms is fate, and for a lifetime it still cannot be brushed away.
Wonderful fate, beautiful instant.
So people believe that each other's promises are forever.
The world changes easily, time passes easily. What does not change is love's eternity.
To love is beautiful. Love really is a kind of miracle.
Yet when love fades away, it leaves no trace at all



There are some past events that never tried to show themselves in their complete form
Perhaps they were only a symbol from one's youth, a kind of image that words cannot express,
a drifting sorrowful scent in the air, suddenly striking the soul at some moment, without warning.
It seems that everyone's past is made up of just such accidental things,
the unbroken curve of feeling back then thrown into disorder by the dance steps of time, and what still remains unforgettable now
may only be the steam rising endlessly from coffee, or the especially damp temperature of that autumn

To love someone really is hard, and how to love is harder still,
one definition or several definitions are not enough,
love, because of the eternity of its theme, becomes truth and axiom,
yet the road that tries to prove it is so often bewilderment.
The things around us, including ourselves,
are nothing more than a whirlpool, a spiral descent, and repeated collisions at many nodes,
a single spark, gone in an instant,
and love leaves behind only a beautiful arc, cutting across time and space gone by.



But love is also like an accident,
every tiny detail is full of accidents.
You don't know what the next second will be like,
and so it is full of expectation.
Meeting, parting, endurance, pain, flashing by in an instant, unforgettable, missing each other, ever-changing.
One word is one love story.
However it is, it has meaning; however it is, it has no meaning.


Love is like a mirage,
most of the time, you clearly know it is only an atmospheric optical phenomenon,
only a beauty formed by the refraction of light and air.
Yet you still insist on walking in one direction,
still insist on touching its unreality with your own hands,
and then turn back covered in wounds, yet willingly.

Fragments... broken pieces.
Remember... recall... and then forget. .
I once thought that what I held in my hands was love
Only after growing up did I realize
that so-called love was only a chance gust of wind
lightly blowing past my side
leaving behind a few traces of memory...



No matter what, we should choose to face everything bravely.
As long as we did what we wanted to do, then there are no regrets, and there is happiness.
Even if two people will never be together again, we still will not have any regrets,
because we once loved. Under the brilliant sunlight, watching the back of a loved one going away,
we should smile, smile very happily.
Because people who love each other do not wish to leave in tears.
So now I am brave... so I have learned to be strong

Do you know what the pictures above are called? Let me tell you, in mathematics they are called chaos, meaning endless repetition.

Hehe~~~ just stirring things up~~~~ even messier than me~~~~

You've thrown my heart into confusion too... ~~~~~~~ I demand compensation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have some water, calm down~~

No way...!

Too bad... no Erguotou!

Ha! What are you planning to do by getting me drunk???

Find the stuff you've got hidden away of course~~~~ What else did you think?

Ha, you've got quite a lot of pictures too, Rushi....

He's the one in the chatter section who loves making trouble the most~~~~~

That's right, that's right....

Same here, same here~~~~