Last evening, I was standing in Alpathe in Paddy field. The red sun to sink behind. The golden paddy was roasting white pigeon. You looked at my eyes. Suddenly, you raised your hands and said 'want to touch your hand'.

I said to surprise, 'just want to touch, or to catch'?

• 'touch'.
• 'Do not touch if you do not want to catch'
• 'Why'?
• 'If you touch the fear'?
• 'What's the fear?'
• 'How can you do that? Keep wishing to hold that!
• 'Hold if you like it'.
• 'But you do not want to catch it, just touch it'
  When you look in the eyes of the pale golden paddy drowned in the alpath. There is a dash of white feather pigeon and paddy. If you look back on your eyes, you look bored, in my eyes. "What's that?" You will hold up!
• 'can not be held alone'
• 'if you want'
• 'Nah. If you want alone, can only be touched, can not be held.
• 'then'?
• 'What else! If you want to hold it, you have to hold each other with one hand.
  You suddenly remain silent. Then move your extended hand away. At the end of the upside of my hand, the sizzling squeezed me down. They were looking forward to your touch.

You stood on the shuffle feet. Then walk away and walk straight down the road. There the red sun is going down. The sound of your feet on the golden paddy fluttered white pajata You are gradually moving away from the shadow of the sun shining, you are gradually moving away from the shadow. Far away Far beyond
Out of my eyes
There was only a few paddy sticks in the ground. Flying pigeon fade away, an unhealthy feather More?

And what a weird cry inside my chest Or touching an unknown 'no-touch'.
Well, "everyone just wants to touch, why not?"
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Nobody needs to be serious ..
Just imagine.