Will you still love me tomorrow ?

It is a good day to miss someone.

Not hot, gentle breeze, small rain.  Everything is so calm.  You live in your small house, as if there is only one person in the world, and it is you.  You may make a coffe, and turn on your CD player, Lisa Ono , Bossa Nova is always your favourite.  Through your windows, you see the world, the world you love and hate, the world filled with love and evil. You may cry, without any reason, just cry.  You may write something.  When a man is writing himself, then he will be the best writer.   The traffic is bad.  Car, car, car...everywhere..but you smile, look at the world that don't belong to you.  You stand there, for a long time, you don't know how long it is.  The coffee has been cold.  You make a call, you tell your friend you wanna go away , just leave the place you live for 3 years.  Here ,  you leave too many memories here. 

You ever said you wanted to go to London.   This time , you will realize your dream.   From 1 years old to 19 years old, you lived in a small place in the northern China, after 19 years , you went to another city in the southern china.   Everything has changed.  You think everything has changed.  But no.   They are still here.   In your dream, in your heart.  A boy is always a boy if he doesn't have the coourage to face his life.   Be a man.  You tell yourself again and again.  In this world, you should learn something and to face something.  You have your dream, you should go for it, don't just dream it. You love a girl , you go for her, don't hesitate, and don't be shy and make yourself low.  

 

Buddy, I will remember you.   Your story.  Your song.  And your missing house.