La Mure, as beautiful as whether the twilight you said settles slowly on the surface of the river so that the green water is gradually mixed with yellowish red color and reflects the round sunlight and tears due to the flow that hit the great rocks of the river bed. Oh La Mure, how sad is the feeling of a lover seeing the twilight from behind the train window as it passes over a long bridge before Lyon station?.

As long as the wind will blow, there is always a story of the lonely man, the twilight waiting for him in a moment of awhile, then the silence ensues even though the rumbling of the train as it passes over the bridge can be heard up to the sky, or to the bottom of the river.

 

 

February, 2 1930

"I see the twilight, then there's you wandering in my mind." Said Jungkook to his lover. On a sunny afternoon, at the edge of the train bridge. The two of them, two young man sat throwing their legs down, enjoying the gust of wind that with both and watching birds fluttering in the Mediterranean sky with a blast of invisible objects passing toward the town of Grenoble.

In La Mure, the stage was prepared. Taehyung was still waiting for the twilight Jungkook meant. It was as if he had never seen the shape of twilight since he was born, though of course the twilight had seen him, somewhere.

"Do you know why I think of you every time I see the twilight?" The cute bunny-toothed young man with dark hair asked.

The other man whose titled as Jungkook's lover did not answer, anyway he would surely answer his own question.

"Dusk like you, quiet, but fun. So, I 'dusk' you, Kim Taehyung." He said jokingly but upright. True-blue.

Well.

La Mure, what kind of memories in a twilight aggregate that is supposedly wider than the flow of the Cannes River to the south coast?

"I still love being here even if you keep quiet, hyung."

Is that so?

Taehyung was still silent.

"If you're not there, it must be dusk to make me feel stuffed with memories." Jungkook continues.

As the wind blew, Jungkook kept talking. But the day was still bright, the birds flying low above them, irregularly. Not yet time to get back home, some little birds poised on the iron bridge, then fly again. Dusk has not arrived yet, and the train has not arrived yet.

"Is there really a train that always comes at dusk?" The lylac haired handsome man asked. Maybe he was upset with his own serenity.

"Indeed."

"What train? The dusk train?" He said with his plain expression.

"Ah, no. Don't be too cliche, hyung."

"Then?"

"Just the train, with the usual passenger. That is all."

"There must be a name. Even the freight train that carries oil have their names."

"The kettle?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's just say it's a buggy."

More memories. Like a tremendous diction, but sometimes lovers would sacrifice anything for a trash, even the next chitchats will not save 'em. Except when the time is shrinking. The clock is cornered to number five but dusk hasn't come down yet, no train passing behind them. How close are they to the railroad?, can we imagine if the passing train shook the both because of the wheel that tangent to the rail.

"Maybe we should move somewhere, a little away." said Taehyung neglect a little fear in him.

"No. From here we can see the twilight."

"But this is too close." Still in fear.

"But if you move, I'll find it hard to think of you in this form."

Of course.

 

 

February, 29 1950

La Mure. The great river is very patient, water flow extends all the way to memory, into the trough of loss, into the sea of love. Indeed, there are many stories in La Mure. Not just lovers sitting on bridge waiting for dusk, but also the other stories, a man rowing a boat in the middle looking for a fish, or distant rice fields that seem to be stretched. It's all a story. But the scenery of La Mure, twilight, and lovers will probably be the most dramatic story. It could be that the lovers will eventually split up, but each one of them can't get rid of the memory when sitting together on the La Mure bridge to see something half absurd. It is as if they are perpetuating love in a matter of seconds of sunset. Then at some point the man will deliberately return to that place, sit there, in memory of his love. Although the man may not return, because he felt hurt if you have to see the twilight in the river again.

However, the train will still pass, just at dusk, when the round sun at the edge of the river which is about 300 meters wide.

Yes, soon, a passenger train will cross the river. La Mure. What a romantic name, a machinist in charge of the train was imagining the train he was driving shortly across the bridge, then he would sound the whistle of the locomotive aloud, choo choo, until he remembered his lover in the past; A sweet, kind young man of train and dusk.

"I want you to become a machinist, and bring a train across the La Mure River just at dusk." Jungkook said.

"You want me to be a machinist?" Taehyung replied.

"Yes."

"It means I'll always go."

"I can still think about you."

"So, love is perfect enough if we're still free to think of others?"

As long as the wind will blow, such questions seem useless.

The train kept going, had left the station, entered the tunnel, then slashed the forest full of pine trees. Just a train across the highway, which means getting closer to La Mure. The engineer did not slow down, for a moment he looked through the window, looking at the coaches behind him. Not a twilight car, of course, nor a chariot of memories as it was named after his lover in the past. It's just an ordinary train.

The bridge is already visible in the distance. The engineer slowly pulls the brakes, slightly reducing the speed at the last corner before crossing the river. And a few moments later, the green expanse was visible, and the feeling was meaningless, once again.

"As long as the wind blows, will you miss me?"

Ah, miss is like coercion. As the train got closer to the La Mure bridge, the engineer saw a couple sitting on one corner of the bridge, they waved at the train, as if not cared for the noise of the locomotive engine and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the rail and iron bridge. The engineer waved back. While in the right part, the red color in the sky with a thin layer of clouds form the artistic clump lines with red color overlap.

The engineer was stunned, as it was the twilight that his lover had once coveted?

Unfortunately, the strange thing happened, the train locomotive engine suddenly died, the power dropped drastically, the train gradually reduced the speed and finally stopped right in the middle of the bridge, visible from the rows of windows, the passengers in the car startled, wonder what's wrong, why stop in the middle of the bridge. Is the train stuck with a signal entering a station? Or is there an incident ahead? But sometimes we don't need an answer for a magical memory, do we? The train, probably once had a lover, another train that always reminded him of the twilight wherever he drove, to pause to remember his lover's words:

"Be patient, wait till dusk is over. And you can not love me again after this."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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