How can there be so many secrets? Perhaps there are. You may have hidden the secrets in the lakes. But the lakes have their own secrets. Then different

 kinds of secrets will be mixed. 

It's okay. If you talk about your secrets in your sleep, you can say what people hear are the secrets of the lakes. They can't tell the differences.

You used to be a kayaker. You practiced all day long on the lakes. You became closer and closer to the lakes. You talked to the lakes about anything, so only the lakes  knew who your secret lover was. 

You remembered that you went to a theme park with your secret lover one day. Your happiest childhood memory was the same secret theme park tour with your father. When you were little, your mother ran away from home. Your busy working dad wasn't close to you, but he took you to the theme park when you were in primary school, and that was the precious moment of your childhood.

The theme park seemed bland at first glance. It consisted of several  artificial islands. A lake was surrounded by the islands. There must have been lots of secrets hiding inside the lake. The lakeside buildings were the secret hideaways.

When you stepped into the paradise which looked like an island city, you would be attracted to all kinds of secrets. Don't be surprised, all the secrets here were real. They belonged to the ordinary people around you. 

After all these years, most of the facilities here were renovated. Even though it was your revisit, the park was still fun. You came to a very different secret after visiting some fun ones. It was a crime scene of bloody murder and dismemberment. You simply couldn't lay your eyes on that, so you closed your eyes. It seemed to be a case of a man murdering his wife and throwing the body parts into a lake. 

This kind of secret had been seen in fiction or movies. Was it worth an hour's wait? You were regretful and about to leave. You saw a family photo in the living room, and it was you and your parents in the picture. The furnishings were like those in your childhood house. You took a closer look at the murderer. It was actually your father, and the murder victim was your mother, who never ran away from home back then.

You were shocked and almost passed out after knowing the secret. You tried to hide your father's secret by pretending nothing happened. You said the crime scene was so bloody that you looked pale. 

"So let's leave for the lake and enjoy the breeze." said Secret Lover. 

"The lake?" you thought of the body parts, "No, I'd rather sit in the corridor. You go and see the next secret. No need to accompany me." 

After a while, Secret Lover left the next secret.  "It's strange. The last two secrets are exactly the same. There must be something wrong." 

"I'll check it out." you said. 

You got out of the secret, and suddenly understood. 

After you found out that your dad's murdering your mom, you dared not tell anyone, so it became your secret. That was father's secret and this was son's secret. They were almost the same. The difference was that one was old, the other was new. The theme park not only provided secrets, but also collected secrets. This time it collected yours. 

All at once, your father's secret was gone. After being found out by you, it was no longer a secret. No wonder it was deleted. 

You were not in the mood for visiting and about to leave.  You wondered why suddenly you were strongly attracted by a secret near the exit. 

"Can we go and have a look?" Secret Lover suggested, so you got into another secret. 

"What? It's a grave! How can it be?" 

It was completely dark in here. You couldn't see anything. Maybe the dark side of a secret was like that, you thought.

"I know," Secret Lover said, "This guy brought his secret into the grave. The secret was well kept. No wonder we can't see anything." 

"I won't do that, because I can't really keep a secret." Though you said that, you didn't want to tell her your dad's secret. 

"Yeah, honey, you will tell me all your secrets, won't you?" 

"Of course, and I know all your secrets." 

After you got out of the grave, the laughter stopped. "Gosh, two people were buried in one grave here. They really loved each other." 

But when you looked closer, you saw your name and your secret lover's on the same tombstone. 

What happened to you was horrible. I couldn't believe it. But you told me not to be afraid. You said you made up the story. It was just fiction, written by you. Your secret wasn't that frightening. The lake was so beautiful. No one would have thrown the body parts into it. And your secret lover wasn't human. It was an animal, which was often found in the lake. 

What? Uh, let me guess. 

But you wouldn't tell me which animal your secret lover was. Forget it. Your secret was simply a lie. 

Tell you a secret. In fact, I am a lake. 

Perhaps a few years later.

They have lived by the lake for several years. It's a pity that they never learned the kayakers' elegance on the water.

Don't speak ill of them. The wall will weep in secret. 

When the tears dried up, all the secrets also evaporated. 

The divided scene quietly shared the trauma of water. 

The dizzy poetic heart was distracted. 

Accidentally stepped into the postcard of lies. 

Your lies were so Marienbad. 

Whose heels were idled in love of the lakes? 

Still puzzled by the scattered yearning on the water. 

Those hallucinations in the water, when you collaged the reflection of memory, did you express the lamentations of fish?

Tread on the clouds,  ask the address of time, 

In case you wake up, remember to wink at fate. 

The carelessly stranded happiness still accompanied the clouds, and lingered in the lake. 

He will turn his head and warn the nostalgia under the eaves then. 

Don't restrain yourself any longer, when the one thinking of you is dust only. 

He will leave a green apple, but they won't be able to gnaw its sourness. 

They keep looking for someone by the lake, one lake after another.

Cut off the legs of rains; keep fantasy from running away. 

Thus, the contrived ambience is about to perish. 

Let the lake be the spiritual background, and pretend to be the innocence of life. 

Then dissemble to be longing for the sinking sigh in the air. 

The redundant phony secrets can't be squeezed into the runaway mirror anymore.

Maybe his life by the lake is just a bad poem. 

The hometown people disappeared abruptly, left behind  the hollow sound of calling, wandering on the lake. 

Where are those secrets of the lakes from? He just randomly hummed a song, and fell asleep halfway. 

? Perhaps in a parallel universe.

You have lived by a lake full of secrets for a long time. There were people, including your mother, oddly vanished here.

You thought the people who vanished because they couldn't stand the neighbors and took French leave. The neighbors thought they were missing. That was ridiculous. 

The neighbors pretended to be mysterious for hiding their mediocrities. They hated you, and spoke ill of you a lot.  You were so angry that you cried in the corner secretly. Finally the tears dried up. You rubbed your eyes and saw that the wall was wet. You cried that much? It was too exaggerated. But when you looked up, you found that the  roof was leaking. The water ran down the wall. 

When you were little, your mother used to take you to the lakes. 

When you grew up, you still hung around the lakes quite often. 

Because you had a secret crush on a pretty kayaker.

You often stood by the lake and watched her practice. 

You tried to get close to her by joining the kayak team.

It was a pity that she liked another kayaker who was better than you.

The mirror said that it had seen all the perfect sceneries.

The book said that it had depicted all the regretful lives.

The lake said that it hadn't heard all the lies and secrets. 

It kept raining outside. There was a homesick stranger under the eaves of your house. The stranger had been found missing in his hometown before he came to the lake. His family were heartbroken because they thought he really disappeared into thin air. 

His family knew he had been fond of lakes since he was little. They tried to find him by searching lots of lakes, but still couldn't locate him. 

Next stop, Grudge. When you get off, don't forget to shake your wound.

You said your love rival was actually your best friend. 

You couldn't really hate him or love him.

Of course some people didn't believe what you said. 

The stranger hummed an old song of his hometown loudly outside. You thought it was terrible, so you closed the windows. 

You opened the refrigerator, and looked for something to eat, but there was only one green apple left. So you quietly swallowed the sourness of life, before you decided to leave the lake forevermore.