On the clockwise Barkhor Street, a person walked silently, listening to this song.
I suddenly remembered your face. You went back to China this week. I remember you liked Eason Chan's song, which suddenly penetrated your soft heart. How I want to see you and see your recent changes. I don't want to talk about the past, just a greeting, just a word, long time no see.
Even if I go further, your news will still let me know inadvertently. In the days of separation, how many roads I have traveled and how many people I have met. However, in an unintentional afternoon sunset, hearing this song actually made my eyes moist. We always have geographical differences, either you are in other places or I am in other cities. We all left with a purpose, but we couldn't meet unexpectedly. It's extravagant to say that we haven't met for a long time.
I bought a box of Zhongnanhai at the corner, still 8 mg. I'm still used to walking around alone, and I still smoke in the middle of the night and recall many unfulfilled regrets. I'm still used to smoking a cigarette silently before going to bed, burning everything in advance, and then falling asleep peacefully. Wake up, still under the covers, have a cigarette and start a new day. Many people ask me why I have always kept the habit of smoking Zhongnanhai. Because I don't want to forget a story, I still hope that maybe we will meet at a street corner. Let you see that my fingertips are still Zhongnanhai. I am still me. I haven't changed.
About why I care so much about the original me, I'm just afraid that you won't find me.
I'm just afraid that my change will leave us with nothing to talk about.
Look up, the sun shines on your face.
You see, I'm doing fine. Happiness makes people want to cry.
There is no time difference when returning home, but the time difference here is 2 hours. We always isolate various reasons, and both love and non-love disappear in time.
How I want to see you again and see your recent changes.
Do you still have a bright smile. Do you still have smiling eyes?
Will the street we walk be the same?
Lhasa is very dark. The turquoise on Kangba women's heads exudes an indescribable serenity in the sunset, and the distant mountains are still as desolate and pure as the background.
After listening for a long time in the afternoon, I lowered my head and burst into tears. Flowing to the dry corners of the mouth, salty thoughts. Is your city, like here, too cold to hide? Will you miss each other as much as I do, and always miss you for a long time with an unintentional song? Or, when you come back, someone has already answered. The arm changed from one woman to another. Every time I think about it, I feel so sad that I can't breathe.
Yes, things have really changed. I may miss the chance to see you again.
We haven't seen you for a long time.
I'm fine, and you?