If Only Time Would Remain

 

As the afternoon sun bounced across the sill lightly, there were some playful copies.

  

There is something so delightful about making a cup of tea, the tiny leaves are floating and dancing, swaying in transparent green, with some soft pink. It is also possible to prepare a cup of coffee at will, slightly sweet at the start and later slightly bitter, and then hold the fashion magazine of the day, contemplate the cover for a long time, seated or lying down in the posture of a little lady.

 

It is easy to read the stories in the magazines with the window screens ajar.

 

Neither serious nor deliberate is necessary. There is scattered hair on the shoulders at this moment, and an aching heart spreads out like silk. There is a unique flavor of the season in the delicate skin basking in the sunshine. The scent of the apple is transparent, with a green and charming taste, and it is neither kitschy nor overly sweet.

 

The concept of forgetting time and space allows time and space to stand still rather than move as if they were in motion. I can't say where my heart is, but the whole person is light and comfortable.

 

Face, half in sunlight, half in shadow.

 

You will inexplicably think of some people and cry inexplicably if you are inexplicably touched by the plot in the book. But the expressions are mostly smiling. The laugh is very shallow, it seems that I have forgotten the faintness, depression and lingering in the first place.

 

The scene is reminiscent of a fairy tale, a dreamlike scene.

 

Sunlight is still making the flowers on the grass bloom. For the taste buds, such as half-drinking coffee, shallow bitterness, shallow sweetness, shallow memories, and shallow scattered sunlight.

 

As he turned his head, the golden leaves of Farton were above him, fluttering in the wind, and the bird outside was crying.

 

Upon turning back, it seemed as if time had stopped.

 

Suddenly, everything became hazy, and the picture was supported by a gentle hand. The portrait was free from enthusiasm, and the haze dissipated.

 

Time ticked away on the wall, the closeness of the second hand and the distance of time. It has no shape and no path. Sleepy, it seems there is a whisper in my ear, and as the sun rises, it is broken and changes into an erratic expression.

 

Which song is this again?

 

It might be a good idea to wear my favorite long dress. It is white and transparent with a yarn-like shape. A few circles of lace are hung there. This is the pace of a woman.

 

There is a pot of jasmine planted two years ago next to the sun-bathed cat on the balcony.

 

In the sunlight there is a shadow smiling with the scent of coffee in the air. Toward here, walk briskly on the other side of time, stroke the hair on my forehead a few times: Hi, baby, let time just stop like this, okay?

 

The light in a cup will slowly calm down in your arms, as he is held in your arms. Gasps indifferently, kisses indifferently, and falls asleep indifferently.

 

All of it is not exposed to the sun. The memory is half guarded by the light and half guarded by the darkness.

 

The book's story is just a story, as she smiles and waves, enjoying the sunshine quietly.

 

As I look out the window, I see a beautiful autumn landscape. Further, if time can remain here, it will take a long time to finish the afternoon.