SilentDay_

yxfbbiedtj

SilentDay

afternoon, the bar, with a charming atmosphere, open twelve small lamps, by the outside light of dusk, I feel just fine. She loves this time to a bar called livehouse sit. Quiet, shallow discretion some beer.
usually not so many guests this time, the small bar looks clean and comfortable. Boss is a modest man, his face often hung faint smile. Make people feel warm. I heard he also has a very crazy past, but now finally settle down, in this desolate city, driving such a small bar.
chat about them, most will not ask each other's past. Always at the same time, the same smile. Simple greetings, almost the same dialogue. She likes the feeling. Wei Liang tasting beer, watching the big screen, outdated star, wearing an old dress, she would like a child, along quietly and the naughty.
simply decorated bar, which has a small stage placed above, drums and guitar and the like, where there are often performed, but not very hot scenes, are usually the familiar faces. Now these things are quiet in there. Because she had imagined a long and distinguished history, reading music major in college. Can not always this desire to achieve. So look at these instruments could hear their conversation. She was kind.
guests Jun brother called the owner of the bar. But they had never ever asked each other's names. He at this time, the Mets sit at the bar behind the bar there will be a pack of Zhongnanhai, usually a lighter. Some light compliance fell gently in his face, he looked to one side slightly, look to the direction of the door, can not say, in his eyes, as much kinds of fascinating colors flashing.
she entered the door, he would greet her.
come.
ah.
how you doing.
or as ah.
you had it.
or as ah.
he always faint smile, learn to speak to her look. Some of childish cunning.
her dialogue like this.
her to sit down in the customary position, and he will get a bottle of beer skilled, a cup. Filling the glass of beer to help her, granular bubbles, jump forward with the transparent liquid. Cool, very refreshing. She was always exaggerated shrug, smile nice. Once this is done, he will continue to sit behind the counter near the door, burning a cigarette, in the backlight of the position, leaving a line was outlined, and clearly defined.
are like most of the time, of course, there are exceptions. Sometimes he would be happy to sing for her playing.
you want to listen to music, he suddenly turned his head toward her.
Well, clapping her hands she will be pleased.
He picked up the guitar, gently debug several times, and sat on the stage is not too large, look indifferent. Casual playing and singing, but it is very professional performance. A small bar, a quiet Acoustic singer, a very serious audience. Between light and dark lighting, seems to be back in the 19th century between a Paris bistro. Like most of the atmosphere of an art film in a scene. So they spend a comfortable afternoon. An end, she will be applauded, he smiled and nodded.
recently become more and more days of silence. Graduate school soon, she began to become very busy. She moved to an old old house, sitting in the balcony every day to hear some time ago to buy the cd, she began to rarely go out. Every day just to eat some simple food like noodles, she began a diary crazy, want to record the number of traces.
balcony with a Pond, has been abandoned for a long time, has been covered with weeds. Sometimes he would go to a nearby convenience store to buy some food, and some vegetables. Do not eat vegetables, she likes them kind of on the inside, water it every day.
she began to sleep, wake up often in the afternoon, she would like to see the sun opened his eyes, then she would be comfortable sleep for a while. But she found that sometimes it will rain Saturday and Sunday, the daily afternoon there will be an old man like him to do a quiet street on the opposite side.
ago, she did not understand. Some friends have already graduated, but has been reluctant to leave. They are neither school nor work. Wandering around in the school day.
Sometimes, she felt flustered. Suddenly want to go travel, but they were no longer like a child-like stubbornness, and stubbornness.
he has used to sleep at night, even if the guest is not so late. Because he has used to wake up in the afternoon, he opened his eyes would like to see the afternoon sun, but sometimes it began to rain Saturday and Sunday will be.
a little simple food to eat, he likes to tidy up inside and outside the bar. Then get used to doing behind the counter, put a bag of Zhongnanhai, the bar, a cigarette lighter.
she finally decided to leave, go to a strange city looking for life and work. She wanted to sit down for the last time to livehouse bar, and a friend to say goodbye.
she walked in the door, he greeted her.
come.
ah.
how you doing.
or as ah.
you had it.
or as ah.
he was faint smile, learn to speak to her look.
her customary place to sit down, he took a bottle of beer skilled, a cup. The first time she looked at him carefully, messy hair, deep eyes hidden under his chin on the short fibrous roots sporting a long, chiseled face, but often stays up late, the skin looks a little bit dry, but it is her favorite texture, she could not help but want a hand to gently touch. He helped her, filling a glass of beer, granular bubbles, jump start with a transparent liquid. She hastily moved to cup her eyes, thank you. She first said so. Once this is done, he continued to sit behind the counter near the door, burning a cigarette,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the backlight of the position, leaving a line outline was clearly defined. She looked at him quietly, but do not want to break the silence.
and he quietly looked at the door, then he turned around, indifferent smile.
you want to listen to music,

Sure. She was always glad he said so.
He picked up the guitar, gently debug several times, and sat on the stage is not too large, expression, indifferent, and he started singing,

Silentday - silentday

I can see tears in your eyes

quiet

silent

like a park lake

you my baby

silentday-silentday

temporarily forget their right,

not regret it.
me alone in this empty world.
Silentday day-by-day.
. . . . . .
she listens, her heart began to tremble and tears warm.
silentday-silentday

she felt sad, overwhelmed.
quietly to the door.
she looked out the window, flies and through villages and fields. Her fascination with this scene, her hand touching transparent glass window, the tears began to blur all the silence and quiet.

afternoon, the bar, with a charming atmosphere, open twelve small lamps, by the outside light of dusk, I feel just fine.
he likes at this time, sitting behind the bar, the bar usually a pack of Zhongnanhai a lighter. Some light will be obedient fell on his face gently, he looked to one side slightly, look to the door. His eyes, shining with some charming colors.
he likes at this time, trained to take a bottle of beer, a cup. Placed in a fixed position. Filling the glass of beer, watching the granular bubbles, jump forward with the transparent liquid. He always smiling, very nice. Once this is done, he will continue to sit behind the counter near the door, burning a cigarette, in the backlight of the position, leaving a line outline was clearly defined.