Sour eyes, Felix.

你狂喜的手顫抖著，你憋了三四年怎麼說來都過了虛擬的歲數吐出一些更真實的煙霧（這下你妥協了，你釋放了，你回頭想想這沒什麼，可清清楚楚明明白白得刻著誓言想望比什麼都接近呢？），沒什麼好訝異或猜透，你皺著眉頭訕笑著下一步就更難慎防，以為死去現在笑來年輕的夢太過輕碎自慢。

我用消費的方式更接近自己，我有了一些錢，而不再害怕。

The most important matter in life is happiness. Some people are happy, and others are not. Of course, most people fall somewhere in the middle. Now, all these year later, I think that the best way to preserve happiness may be not to recognize it for what it is. I ignored it then, not out of a wish to protect it, but rather out of a fear of a great misery fast approaching, a fear that I might lose Fusun. Was it this that had made me so touchy and subdued?

/THE MUSEUM OF INNOCENCE/