Oh, I know this day will come. But how can I bear it? How can I bear that the beauty and dream come by and gone? Sad? Sadness can never stop the time.
It’s just a city-state, but everything origanized good. It’s a land mixed with western and eastern, with busy and quiet, with state and hometown. Romantic.
Though it’s not a land in my dream, it’s a part. Safty and comfort. Though not very free.
Oh, I’ll surely miss here. The two weeks passed just like a wind blowed away the sadness and it will be one part of my for ever good memory.
