[1]
There are not so many ifs, maybes, and possibilities in this world.
Those rhetorics are just an excuse to comfort ourselves for our obsession.
So, there is no later.
[2]
It's like an old movie disc, quietly watched by oneself on a deserted night.
Choose a good posture, maybe spread out lazily on the sofa, or get a small bench and hug your knees.
No need to put on makeup, no need to fake a smile.
The light from the TV illuminates the whole room, but it cannot shine into the small corner of my heart.
An old-fashioned plot: the male protagonist turns around and leaves, and the female protagonist keeps crying.
……
Suddenly, the DVD stopped working, the TV appeared gray-white, and there was a hissing moaning sound in the night.
That was a sudden stop of surprise. There is no time to explain, there is no ending.
There will be no later.
[3]
The movie ends like this.
It's like a row of footprints in the snow, extending to an invisible distance;
It's like a tangled curve in the palm of my hand, following my thoughts into the distance.
There is no following.
A few years later, the male protagonist met the female protagonist again and reminisced*.
There is no poison, no hanging, no wrist slitting, no drowning, no abortion.
There will be no later.
[4]
I think they will meet again.
Perhaps in a corner of the city, a cafe, a bar, something like that.
It's just that they no longer recognize each other, or it has nothing to do with love. Just small talk.
There will be no later.
[5]
Later I forgot that if I accidentally throw a person into a sea of people, I will never find him again.
In the bustle, I shouted the name.
In the sea of people, I will never meet the same person again.
Even if they have similar eyebrows and similar feelings, they will never find the same smiling face again.
There will be no later.
[6]
Later I got rid of my willfulness and stubbornness.
Later I was not so honest, but I would not hurt others like a hedgehog.
Later I finally learned how to love and cherish.
Many people came to my life later, and until now, I have not let them leave.
Later I knew who was good to me, who was not good to me, and whose kindness I had forgotten before.
Later, I had and lost, I was happy and lost.
Later, some people were gone and I cried.
Later I regretted it.
There will be no later.
[7]
Later, I no longer had the extravagant hope of what if, maybe, maybe, but I was just a person silently regretting, disappointed, and sentimental.
Later on, I never looked for another boy or girl who was exactly like her.
Because they are irreplaceable in my memory.
Because those happy days will never come back, time has rounded off our edges.
Because they will definitely let themselves down now.
It's better to leave a thought. As some insights later.
There will be no later.
[end]
There is no later.
I will never come back again.
