the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye
那时候刚好下着雨，柏油路面湿冷冷的，还闪烁着青、黄、红颜色的灯火。我们就在骑楼下躲雨，看绿色的邮筒孤独地站在街的对面。
A big wind rises， clouds are driven away. Home am Inow the world is under my sway. Where are brave men to guard the four frontiers today！
