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Seen through the closed window, the heavens seem have covered the deepening shades of dusk
Though it’s still in the daytime,’coz it has had his tuxedo on
Thus everything above it become invisible
Does the sun smile or cry?We don’t know.
Is he cheerful,excited,distressed,helpless,or suffering?We have no ideas as well
‘coz the whole world has been divided into two parts by the tuxedo
One side can never feel the other side any more
During the typhoon
The 1st telephone conversation,her handset holding hands trembled
The 2nd time,she rang off as it just got through
The 3rd time,he called back and asked whether it was convenient for her to go to the Riverside Park
where was full of the nice smell of Osmanthus during every early fall
And the smell of their first date
Sweethearts had a happy walk hand-in-hand on the stone road
It seemed that all was too well, the ture but only known by each other
How many times did the rings on the middle fingers have been planed to return actually?
The deafening winds swallowed the voice of the so-called daily conversation
“Why do you burst into tears?”he asked and tried to wip her tears
“Cause the dust,”she turned and replied, “ the typhoon is becoming much crazier now,I was wondering whether it would….”
“Yep,”he interposed then pretended to look aroud, “I’ll send you to the subway.”
“Er,no,I'll be fine…”she turned again while saying
He stayed,without any word
The smell of Osmanthus was becoming slighter and slighter
Kinda invisible atmosphere appeared step by step
It seems that while the annual florescence of these small yellow flowers meet the typhoon
Nothing but only their fragmented petals leave
Visible and invisible
The 11th telephone conversation,she… | 
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