January 8, Dalian thief cooled
I finally came back, although I suddenly felt not to go when I was about to go last night.
I just bought the ticket immediately, I only left Dalian five days, no, I should say that I will only leave me for five days.
In addition to the train station feels the cold of Dalian, there is no such cold in the past few years.
Width roads are not so boost in Beijing, and the crowd is not so bustling because it is Dalian.
Once upon a time, I used here to be home, and all everything is delivered here.
Because this is so beautiful, so peaceful, so comfortable.
But maybe because I have a lifeless, unsatisfactory heart,
Maybe I and such a beautiful city is only five years of fate.
Do 502 from the city center to school, street familiar buildings have evoked past memories.
Wounded, sweet, once lingering, past ecstasy, one scene in an instant.
The object is that people are not, and everything is already as being coated with cold coagulation in memories.
Dalian, I feel that he is no longer me.
No, Dalian, I feel that I have not belong to him.
