But our 爱情 was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to 音乐 no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own 心 rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own 心 beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if 你 feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where 你 stand, 或者 walk, 或者 lie, 或者 dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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