I exchanged a secret glance with myself in the mirror and stood motionless. I was stunned by the memories brought to me with the perfume, not because of their clarity, but because they gathered together the whole long period. When we traveled to Hangzhou, a tiny loft room was the place we stayed, you were happy to talk about the future. I felt in my each minute that I had lived with you, and now our life together was whole as only the past can be whole. I was in a state of nostalgic.
When I was in Beijing it was hard to fall asleep that I had to listen some music for help, once when I heard a song named Sentimental sunshine, a kind of luxury hotel lounge music, I was not a fan before but then I was.
In a very fine morning of Beijing. “You are skinny now, you don’t have to be.” You said to me beside a subway station on the Fengtai of Beijing. I was speechless at the moment, then you suggested to hauling a cab, “Where would you like to go?””I have no idea.” “How about a massage therapy””I’m okay with that.”
We hugged on a alley of Beijing in the late night, a hug against eyesights of pedestrians’, “I like you.” you said to me. “It always took time to say the words like that in our mother language, but I cannot wait to say it to you, I like you, all the time.” I knew that all the time sometime means a periodical one, though, I was still satisfied with that,”I like you too.” I replied. We may never meet again, I know there is a river between us.
Roaming the streets of HK, the suitcase I brought was a bit heavy, I shouldn’t brought this, just a backpack is enough. A bitter smile fleeting through my face, I was following your path, a way went back to Shenzhen, winter in there always warm.
In a sea of people, I was searching for something. I can not stop to be nostalgic, but I take camera on, walk around as a part of the sea of people.