A middle aged man in MacDonald weaving a colorful Aztec styled crown for women. He did it under 10 minutes with rough hands that remind me of my father. It was sold later to father of a Caucasian girl. I pass by him. I thought I hear a sigh and turn back. I saw two holes on a stiff and darken mask, emotionlessly graze upon his current creation. Without joy.
Image of balloon crown burst on little girl head haunt me on my way back. Maybe I am too tired tonight.
在我家附近的麦当劳,一位黝黑的中年男士背对着我,用长气球聚精会神在编织一顶五彩缤纷皇冠。一顶类似法老王的羽冠。那一对粗糙的手,让我想起父亲。我用完餐经过他时,仿佛听到叹气声。停下脚步,我转身搜索声音的来源,却看到一张如黑石般的舞台面具,开了两个孔,无神的凝视着自己的创造。没有一丝欢愉。
吹气皇冠在小女孩头上爆破的短片,一直重播到我踏进家门口。一点也不诙谐。想来我是太累了。
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