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Sipping Tea at Reichenbach Falls

I knew I would forget.

The chrysanthemums in my hands,

  the roses in the pail.

I knew I would forget them.

  

  

  ...Yet I hadn't known it then.


  

The chrysanthemums faltered,

  The roses wilted.

Nothing could be held onto for that long.

  Not even faith.

《Helios黑礼欧斯》

"Never go near the secret garden

Never wonder what it hides"

A little girl sang quietly to herself as she placed the book she just finished reading back onto the shelf where it belongs.

"Never go near the secret garden

Or try to walk inside"

She continued singing, with her fingers tracing the bane of a few books, and her deciding what curious tales she'll read about next.

"Never go near the secret garden

Never partake in the change of tides

Never go near the secret garden

And you'll never need to hide"

And so she sang, until she finally found a book with a title that peaked her interest.

Swiftly, she took the book off the shelf, and flipped through the first few pages, seemingly satisfied with the content, she took the book back to her seat, a cosy little couch, and started reading it.

When she finishes the book, the whole process starts yet again.

She would pace towards the shelf, she would return the book, she would retrieve yet another.

Rinse, repeat, for more years then one could fathom.

Until one day, the day she thought of a simple question, 'Are they still alright outside?'

The thought came to her as she closed yet another book.

She shook her head, as if trying to dismiss the thought.

After all, she never left the Sanctuary, nor did she have a reason to leave.

But the others...

The others left, didn't they?

They went outside the Sanctuary, the only home that she knew...

...

That day, she found a letterbox amongst the shelves.

"The Sanctuary is a mirror of the minds of those in it," she recalled, as she gently opened the letterbox.

'Empty,' she commented in her mind, 'Does this mean...'

Does it mean that she should send a letter out?

When she returned to the couch, the little girl took some paper, picked up a pen, and spent hours pondering about what to write.

After enough thought was given, she finally began writing the letter, starting with the following words:

"To anyone who finds this letter"

and ending with:

"Sincerely,

Helios"

T:以“少年最终死在了夏天”为结尾写一段HE文

男孩捡起了脚边的剑

迈入了他的少年时代


他不再哭泣

学会藏起了他的畏惧

他不再惦记

忘了儿时珍惜的旋律


当时的他

眼里只有着

那染上了红色的大地

以及存活的些许勇气


但那

是很久以前的事情了


如果你现在问起那些往事

被孩子们环绕的他最多也只会说

"那持剑的少年最终死在了夏天"

An Echo

We are now a thousand words too far from

The past and the future we painted

The phases of the moon that we held so dear

had scattered its light long tainted


The things that were hard to gain

The glimpses of snowy lanes

Are all shattered like glass

Fractals of past

And nothing

Nothing remains


As the wind takes all our wishes

And the cold wind it blows

As the hopes and the mist of the past

Gather round

And whisper a silent oath


"From the tales of old of times long gone

To the newest blossom that we soon will mourn

From the wisps of the wind

To the cruellest of sins

Let it all matter no more"

I picked up a pen

I picked up a pen

    all too long ago

And the words

      my words

          overflowed

I picked up a pen

    all too long ago

Wrote of palaces

        and dreams

              of old

And I asked

    if it will all come true

And I sought

      to flee

       to wherever I can see

        the lights

         shining bright

      to stand upon the spotlight-

          littered stage

So strange


I picked up a pen

    all too long ago

And the words

      my words

          overflowed

I picked up a pen

    all too long ago

Wrote of palaces

        and glimpses

              of the cold

I know

And I asked

    if it will all come true

And I sought

      to flee

        to wherever it won't be

          so bleak

Yet it keeps

    getting colder

      And I failed to reach

          that same old stage

Oh how it's strange

  That I saw it

      and left a warning

                  on a page


I picked up a pen

    all too long ago

And the words

      my words

          overflowed

Yes I picked up a pen

    and then the story ended

      when I placed it down

        and wondered yet again

T:“我已经离开很久了……”往下写一段话!

我已经离开很久了......


他,还在吗?

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