midsummernight1989

[midsummernight1989]

My dear Phoenix:

After you died, I never saw you again.

As a friend, I have some regrets. As the best friend, I feel fortunate.Perhaps it's just that heaven has access control, and you are someone who doesn't care about the clock.

Anyway, I hope everything is good for you.

The United States is still the same, and the law has begun to prohibit anything that once brought you heavenly happiness but also led you into hell, but we both know that this is an inevitable failure.

After you left me, I always thought about why it was you, just like when we worked together, I always thought about why I just wanted to be with you.

I attribute everything to love.I think I love you, my Miss Juliet.You talked to me by the campfire about your dark and damp childhood closet, the fish struggling to dry up on the deck, and the music you loved, while I thought of the rundown teddy bear from my

childhood.

It's too old, the stitches have rotted under the grinding of time, and a thin layer of cotton washed inside overflows from the wound.

I am a careless friend. I hold it and look for everyone who I think can fix it, but I overlook the invisible love that

cannot hold the crack. I walk forward, and the cotton flows

backwards.

That is a white blood flow that leads to forgetfulness and death.

You are that teddy bear, my dear Phoenix, you are that teddy bear.

You are like a crystal clear straw,with many emotional colors

intercepted by a brief script and emitting strange light in your body, and then quickly released by yourself.

I like Shakespeare, I like theMidsummer Night's Dream, I like the

story of Romeo and Juliet, I like you who said you want to be my Juliet.

You are empty, overwhelmed by the sadness and pain from the past,

absorbing emotions from all directions and letting them go

indifferent.

You speak very little, you vomit while drinking at the bar, and you twitch while lying on the ground while smoking in the queue. I have

admired your talent blooming in front of the campfire, and I have also witnessed your miserable struggle in life.

I think after seeing so much, I have the right to say I love you. I love the emotions and words you spew out in front of the campfire, I love all the scars you have suffered, I love the

words you said to the reporter, "I will be your Juliet." I love you because there is only one unique you in the world.

Blessing you, my best friend, my only Juliet, I hope you are doing

well.

Your,

Reeves.

致我亲爱的菲尼克斯，

你死后，我从未再见过你。

作为朋友，我感到遗憾，作为最好的朋友，我感到庆幸，或许只是天堂有门禁，而你又是个不在乎时钟走向的人。

美国还是那个美国，法律开始禁止曾经给你带来天堂般的快乐又将你带入地狱的东西，但你我都心知肚明这是一场必然的失败。

在你离开我之后，我总是在思考，为什么是你，就像我们合作时，我总是在思考，为什么我只想和你待在一起一样。

我将一切的原因归结于爱。

我想我是爱你的，我的“朱丽叶小姐”。

你在篝火边和我聊起你童年阴暗潮湿的壁橱、在甲板挣扎干涸至死的鱼和你热爱的音乐，而我想起我童年里那只破旧的玩偶熊。

它太旧了，缝线在时光的磋磨下溃烂，里面被洗得薄薄一层的棉花就从伤口里溢出。我是个粗心的朋友，我抱着它去找所有在我看来能修好它的人，却忽略了我无形的爱兜不住裂开的口子，我一路向前

走，棉花一路向后流。

那是一条白色的、通往遗忘和死亡的血流。

你是那只玩偶熊，我亲爱的菲尼克斯，你就是那只玩偶熊。

你就像一节晶莹剔透的吸管，多少情感色彩在短暂的剧本拦截下在你身体里发出奇异的光芒，然后又飞快地被你自己放生。

我喜欢莎士比亚，我喜欢仲夏夜之梦，我喜欢罗密欧与朱丽叶的故事，我喜欢那个说要当我的朱丽叶的你。

你空空荡荡，你被来自过去的忧伤和痛苦压垮，你吸收着来自四面八方的情绪又将他们无所谓地放生。你寡言少语，你在酒吧里喝到吐， 在派队上吸到躺在地面上抽搐。

我欣赏过你在篝火前盛放的才华，我也见证过你在生命里苦苦挣扎的狼狈模样。

我想在见过这么多之后，我有资格说爱你。我爱你在篝火前喷发的情绪和言语，我爱你被痛苦折磨出的所有伤疤，我爱你对着记者说的那句“我将成为你的朱丽叶”，我爱你是因为世界上只有这么一个

独一无二的你。

祝福你，我最好的朋友，我唯一的朱丽叶，希望你一切安好。

你的，

里维斯。