This afternoon, with drizzling rain, at the Hongqiao Welcome Hotel, I watched Yao pretending not to know me and walk by. The lawn was very green, and it was very quiet around me. I don't know how many people's lives exist simultaneously in several worlds, mutually incompatible. We smiled at each other, as if we had never met before. In the same space, there were actually three worlds that were unknown to each other. At the moment of passing by each other, I couldn't help but wonder, what is the truth of this world? Which lie is real? We play so many roles at the same time, collectively performing a perfect illusion, and perhaps even ourselves are illusions... I don't know whether you who read this diary can understand. Actually, I myself don't know either. In how many roles will we meet?
Do you remember throwing the fluorescent sticks with Luo at midnight in the Gulou Square? We were crazy, tired, leaning on each other, laughing and chatting. In fact, only at this time are we truly real. In fact, we are all moonlight bathers...