//August 30, 2010//
This is the city which sleeps at noon and wake up when dawn slowly creeps out. The black and white street, hundreds color, and low light street lamps. The glimpse of you slowly faded out. I’m going to miss the streets and all slow motion people. With some foreign holding hand and walk some map. The sound of rotating wheels, the bicycle which speeds in rhythm. I’m going to miss us, who wanders like neurotic and smile like kindergarten students. Mostly, I’m going to miss you who glare at the side, to the empty street or the clear blue sky. It is hard to say goodbye, to the soil and the train station. But the dreams finally ended and we’re going to force ourselves to wake up. Oh, we’re going to step the same boring soil we used to live. But hey, it was a great 33 hours ride :D