Rode into Maokong after work. It was quite chilly up there.
My music and the sunset both touched me, and they reminded me the sunrise we welcomed together.
A friend and I talked till late night yesterday, or maybe better- early morning today- about us.
"No problem!" "It's ok~" "I'm fine~" were all disguises, deeply I knew.
I buried myself into a kind of mood that couldn't easily cast aside, again.
It hurt. It hurt.
Just like every time.
On the way down, another clear thought stroke me.
If 36 really is my destiny, I hope it's still you.....