Shuangcheng

Bury me in the lotus pond, with the sound of waterworms dragging in my ears, on the lamp of the green lotus leaf, fireflies alternately dim and then bright - Bury me under the lantana flowers, I will always dream of fragrant dreams - Bury me in the mountains of Taishan On the top, the wind whimpered over the lonely pine—otherwise, I would be burnt to ashes, thrown into the overflowing spring river, and drifted away with the falling flowers, to a place no one knows. ——Zhu Xiang "Bury Me"

Chengcheng often thought about how he should die, but after them, he decisively ruled out one way after another.

Everyone should have had some kind of fantasy about their own death, and that fantasy is almost longing.

He hoped that someone would sing the whole Amazing Grace for him at his funeral, not just the first two verses. On that day, when the pale golden sun was shining, the children in the choir in the distant church stopped to listen.Or there is only one person, his lover, whose clothes are deeply exposed, and will stand on the new soil in front of his tombstone with a black umbrella, and the gramophone at his feet sings Gloomy Sunday intermittently, and the rain falls in the cold morning, Moisture soaked the moss on the old tombstone to become colder and greener, and the faint bluish-white sky shrouded the deeply sad face with bare clothes.

"Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go

Let them stop crying for me, let them know I'm glad to be gone

Death this nodream, for indeath I'm caressing you

Death is no dream, for in death I caress you

With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

I will bless you with the last breath of my soul. "

He didn't want to lie in a cold coffin. He hoped that people would bend down one by one, put flowers on his chest, and cover him gently with soil. The warm embrace of Gaia, the mother of the earth, would be his coffin.He hoped that the flowers would not be rose lilies, but small, fragrant, white, pure, wedding orange blossoms.

To be a white flower, because I want to declare: we are innocent.Then we wither. ——A Long "Untitled"

Outside the valleys of the world, their painless wounds are like red roses, while in the real world, fetid pus and blood fester and rot, and maggots crawl in and out.

That is not beautiful at all, Chengcheng loves beauty, he does not allow such wounds to appear in his own world, it will deny all his glory, put him in the cage of reality, there is no trial, no charges, no deadline.

Such persons bear only the stamp of one defect—mark of birth or chance—and no matter how holy they may be in other respects, however endowed with all the infinite virtues a man can be, by that peculiar defect there is nothing in the world. The censure of a man is infected with fester, and a small amount of crime is enough to cancel out all noble qualities and ruin a person's reputation. - Shakespeare's "Hamlet"

Yi Lushen would never let him die in such a desperate situation.So they prefer to keep silent.

Silent people have their own wonderful world that is unknown to the public. Everything grows and grows in the extremely mysterious silence, and blooms and falls without anyone.

Silence is the only way they can protect themselves.

In this world, no one can understand another's sorrow. They will share your happiness and despise your laughter, but they cannot share your pain.

The extreme joy and pain cannot be expressed in words, but for them, speaking itself is a kind of struggle.

Give me silence and I will defy the night. - Gibran "Sand and Foam"

The city of Sodom has been burned with brimstone and fire, but the crime recognized by God continues. The righteous people still use that sinful city as their synonym. turned into a pillar of salt.

If this justice is prejudice and denies our existence, then we don't want this justice, it has long been with evil.

Does God love the world, why not give them salvation.

...that is the fragrance of life that burns with melancholy, and it is my pleasure to breathe it now and always...

At that time, Cheng Cheng, Li Si, Wu Erfu, Lorraine...all of them, including Yi Lushen, were softly reciting Gibran's "God of the Earth" under the tree, weeping unknowingly, and the shadows of the trees dappled their faces.

God has long been colluding with Mephisto, playing tricks on all living beings, and laughing at human comedies hand in hand.

Without his acquiescence, no contract can buy Faust's soul.

It is God who puts all beings in suffering, who wants His salvation.

...the gods feed on sacrifices, and their thirst is quenched with blood.Their hearts are soothed by young souls, and their bodies are strong with the eternal sigh of those who dwell with death...

Their thrones are built high on the ashes of generations.

Cheng Cheng said to Yi Lushen that God must love the world, that's why he wants to turn us all into angels quickly.

Seijo had been madly infatuated with Wilde, when they both loved eccentrics for living the lives they longed for but were afraid to try.The joy of those people is too far from them, they are indifferent, but the sorrow of those people makes them sigh and weep, like red roses, roses dripping blood on silver thorns in white snow.

Wilde was ruined by his narcissistic and vain lover, and fled London to Paris. Even if he fled, his first lover Rose was willing to follow him and was finally buried with him. Rest in Lachaise.But after all, he couldn't forget that branch, the beautiful but cruel narcissus.

Many years later, Chengcheng saw a book that said London and Paris were the twin cities in Oscar Wilde's life.

Today, the knowledge is full of sorrow, and I want to say something.

He seemed to understand why Wilde died in Paris, died in Paris, was buried in Paris, and never returned.

Because London had failed him so much.

Willyou take me across the channel. London bridge is falling down.

Take me across the English Channel, London Bridge is about to fall.

That is no longer the magnificent motherland he loves, the compatriots who suffered, the hometown where he was born, and the paradise where he grew up. Praise became lamentation, and longing turned into forgetting.

All his sincere and passionate admiration and affection collapsed in despair like London Bridge.

Oscar Wilde escaped from London, no one in the world knows a king, he needn't worry about the way forward.

But where can Cheng Cheng escape to?

The Quartet cannot stop, the homeland cannot return, they have nowhere to escape.They are like birds in fairy tales that can't land, but they don't have wings to fly, so they can only fall in despair and helplessness.

They had only two cities, their twin cities, Sodom and Gomorrah.One stands in the forgotten history, and the other lies in the future that they can see through at a glance.One clings to the hopeless reality, and the other rises from the ethereal illusion.

Chengcheng knew that he couldn't have any reluctance and nostalgia, otherwise he would be lost forever if he just looked back.But he had nowhere to go, he could only stay where he was in fear and despair, turning into a pillar of salt.

We can deny the abyss and win dignity, but no matter how we deviate from the abyss, we are still infatuated with it. ——Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

We can flee, but we belong here, we belong here until we die, and we will return to where we belong.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave ^ve.

You can leave anytime, but you can never escape.

The city of reality abandoned them, and their other city was built on nothingness.

Is it not the dream that none of you remember, that built your city, and made everything in it. - Gibran "The Prophet"

In a person's life, there are always some things that are more important than life.Such as love, such as freedom, such as the air of equal expression of one's own existence.

"Give me liberty or give me death." The latter is much easier.

What's more, those who chanted givemelibertyorgivemedeath died in the end.

The author has something to say:

Wilde’s homeland is Ireland. I don’t know why it was written like that at the time... I haven’t thought about how to change it at the moment, what should I do...

It is recommended to eat with Casablanca, not the well-known Iloveyoumoreandmoreeachdayastimegoesby, but a song called LonelydrifterKaren, which once supported my countless fantasies in junior high school.At that time, I couldn't find the lyrics. Later, I compared the lyrics of NetEase Cloud and found that I had heard two sentences wrong. What I heard was "I know the girls thatatarefar, I know the voice I've heard, singing the sad adds songs".The girl riding on the elephant and the boy singing sad songs like a bird are more in line with the cold, ethereal and dreamlike tone of this song.

You can still tell the difference when you look at the lyrics, but because the lead singer’s voice is sometimes a bit slurred (for example, in theworlddiscrazy, I really didn’t hear her “Ukulele come here” like a dream. The word allnight is sung in the lyrics...) I quietly forgive myself qwq

It seems that in the alley on a rainy morning, moss grows between the bricks and stones, and small white flowers bloom on the moss. The boy selling newspapers runs and shuttles among the few people. A girl looked out through the smoked glass, like a dream framed in a dim painting, imprisoned in that small space, repeated without end.

When the noise of the street is heard in the interlude, it feels like the soul is out of the body.

Tell me more about Casablanca. Let me know about Casablanca

You and I are meant to be. You and I are meant to be

Freespirits, crossingborders.

Letmeloveyouequally. Let me love you equally